She talks to herself...When she has her attention
and stands naked in front of the mirror
she has a captive audience
She's mom my's little girl...When she can open the door
But rarely see a glimpse...of the girl she was before
Thirteen,there's a million of her uot there
Thirteen,no comfort or safety anywhere
Thirteen,too young to see the consequence
She speaks...doesn't make any sense
her lies...are without conscience
she's damaged all her innocence
She needs time to regroup...when she's singled out in a crowd
and the pressure of who she's not...is what you should worry about
She's daddy's little girl...but she's not so little anymore
and she pains to see a glimpse...of the girl she was before
Thirteen,there's a million of her uot there
Thirteen,no comfort or safety anywhere
Thirteen,too young to see the consequence
She speaks...doesn't make any sense
her lies...are without conscience
she's damaged all her innocence
She thinks things could change...but they never will
love is action you stand...still you stand
she's just a little girl...when you find her asleep on the floor
in the silence you rewind to...the girl she was before
Thirteen,there's a million of her uot there
Thirteen,no comfort or safety anywhere
Thirteen,too young to see the consequence
She speaks...doesn't make any sense
her lies...are without conscience
she's damaged all her innocence.
