I’ve watched too many people,
Grow up into elites,
I remember her from childhood,
When I thought she was sweet,
Don’t know her anymore,
Her status passes mine,
Not allowed to speak,
Because she looks so fine,
The softest, warmest memories,
When my mind was wet cement,
It’s like a mother leaving you,
The things she said, she meant,
Cursed girls, why do you feel so untouched?
Cursed girls, why can’t you leave it alone?
Cursed girls, you used to be so tender,
Cursed girls, step on down from your throne.