Way to grow

You say I'm not beautiful, I'm pretty
Oh, what a pity

I think my daddy always wanted a beautiful girl
Mmm... you say you don't want your beliefs be

Raped by every saint in this land
I hear you there

Way to grow, what a way to grow oh god I hate everyone and everything
Do you think that is a sin?

I hate barbies and guns and all that is now
Oh how? way to grow, what a way to grow

No ones looking
And no ones listening

You pull me under
Steal my comfort

That is all I wish to say