Category: Writers Block
This song is a "version" of a previous song I've posted here called Badly Influenced. Back in May, I had submitted Badly Influenced to the Writers' Club I'd been in for some opinion. My teacher told me to take the song and write it from the girl's point of view instead of an outsider's, so I did it. I will post Badly Influenced first.
Badly Influenced
You whine and beg
like a dog for a treat.
You make a big deal out of nothing
like those chicks on TV.
Posters of boy bands
adorn your walls.
And sometimes, you wish
you could screw them all.
You're a hysterical female--
an overdramatic queen,
like those limelight whores
you see in magazines.
You've a drop-dead gorgeous body,
but your nose is snotty
as the tears run down your cheeks.
You take drinks constantly
from wine and liquor bottles.
You try to lose weight
so you can look like a model.
You prepare for the day
and you're over-distressed
because you got red lipstick
on your sky blue dress.
You're a hysterical female--
an overdramatic queen,
like those limelight whores
you see in magazines.
You've got luscious, blonde curls,
and a ruined world
because you care about what everyone else thinks.
On your beauty of a high-tech cell phone
you receive a text saying he wants to break up.
You wish your tears ran out a long time ago
because the water in them ruins your makeup.
It's okay to admit it,
there's nothing wrong with falling apart.
But of course, everything on Barbie is fake,
so I forget she has no heart.
You whine and beg
like a dog for a treat.
You make a big deal out of nothing
like those chicks on TV.
You try to expose to others
what's left of your primary person,
but it doesn't work now
because it didn't work then.
You're a hysterical female--
an overdramatic queen,
like those limelight whores
you see in magazines.
You've gone anorexic.
And the worst part of the matter is
that you've gone from hottie to freak.
Dying Flower
Hey, give me attention!
Hear me out!
No one will listen to me
no matter how loud I shout.
I know I used to be different,
but I'll change to fit in.
I'll do what everyone else seems to do
In order to attract friends.
I'm putting in effort,
please give me credit!
I no longer want to be in the back of people's minds.
I'm doing this because
I want to make friends,
I'm not doing this just to waste time.
Hair dye, nail polish, makeup,
and lipgloss improve my looks.
I make more friends by reading cosmo
instead of sticking my nose in textbooks.
Name brand clothing and making a scene
draw to me just the right amount of attention.
Because I behave like most everyone else,
I might actually get people to listen.
I'm putting in effort,
Please give me credit!
A social life is something I lack.
I need other's opinions
and crave their approval.
I'm cool too and I want everyone to see that.
The one who loved me left me,
and no one will show me sympathy.
Everyone tells me that I ruined my relationship,
and that I did this to me.
So I try to hold together to keep from falling apart,
and I'm called a heartless user.
I try hard to play and can't win this game,
so I'll admit that I'm still the loser.
Hey, give me attention!
Hear me out!
No one will listen to me
no matter how loud I shout.
Why does fitting in and befriending people
have to be so hard?
My last resort was
the sympathy card.
I've put in effort
and received no credit.
My score and self-worth have been reduced.
I wanted to be a hit
and became a joke.
I tried my best and figured out there's no use.