I have a baby face And a weepy nose I have a foul mouth With hand me down clothes The other kids say I don't wanna play with her Hiding in my wardrobe With an 88 revolver You pick off my wings I had a bad childhood Children think I'm mean I think I'm missunderstand Carries around A bag of worms Makes everybody In my class squirm It's hard to admit You were used It's hard to admit You were bruised It's hard to admit You were used It's hard to admit You were abused