you are a disgusting liar, torn from my pure white flower, It was not how you said it would be, when they made a woman of me, seems the truth does not become me, wretched lines of age upon me, It is not how you said it would be, oh they make a cynic of me, It is not how you said it would be, well I never, never, never, never, I could have been better, better, better, better, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, well I know these things now, Mother's pride is so misguided