Letting anger get the best of me...
Just a typical girl with her guitar... or maybe not so typical.
Lyrics
Once there was a little girl, who lived in a little house
Left there by her little self, quiet as a little mouse
In her bed across the hall, awake with the TV on
Lucky me I heard it all, that's my daddy, where's my mom?
Little did you know
Little did you care
Little was the man who was never there
It wasn't me; I'm not the one who hurt you
Not the one who didn't love, not the one
who deserted you
Look at me, your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything; I don't need you to save me
I'm not the reason for your misery
So stop taking it out on me
You cry about your broken heart and I believe it's true
But all the rules that you make up don't apply to you
She was never strong enough to get up and get out
What she could not see in you, I've got figured out
Little do you know
Little do you care
Little is the man who just won't play fair
It wasn't me; I'm not the one who hurt you
Not the one who didn't love, not the one
who deserted you
Look at me, your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything; I don't need you to save me
I'm not the reason for your misery
So stop taking it out on me
Whatever they did to you
I'm sure it was bad
But Dad, can't you see? Oh
It wasn't me; I'm not the one who hurt you
Not the one who didn't love, not the one
who deserted you
Look at me, your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything; I don't need you to save me
I'm not the reason for your misery
So stop taking it out on me
