[For some reason my grammar was really, really bad in the last version, and I have no idea what came over me. Heh.]
You're running toward anything but reminders
Because that's all this house is
Picture frames and calling names
And your family's judgmental glances
At your child that will always be
The one that should have never been
Don't close your eyes and let her go
She's a little girl in a grown-up world
You're running toward anything but sanctity
Because that's all these liars are
They stare you down, you hit the ground
And you stare right back until they give up on you
Because they scorn you for why she's here
And they scorn her for who you are
But she's beautiful, and you love her so
But you're a little girl in a grown-up world
With a little girl held in your arms
And you have to learn that you were wrong
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