I feel as though I were a chicken ready for slaughter
They're busy plucking my wings but wouldn't you laugh to know I'm somebody's daughter? Tired to see me crash trying to fly with broken wings so they clipped the rest of my personality Gone.
Always taunting and berating but been informed it is only I that e'er wronged
To this lie I entertain and with it as my noose I'm passin' on..