Woorden: Beth Waters. This Little Piggy.

Cant paint my nails pink
Cause I bite them all down
Gotta keep it quiet
I cant make a sound

I dye my hair black
Cause my mothers a blond
She doesnt know it but soon Ill be gone

Ive gotta little suitcase
Full of my dreams
Im gonna think hard
Of the person I could be
Ive gotta a kinda steam train
Waiting there for me
I better run fast
Before it leaves

I look so strange now
Not like myself
This little piggy
Is going to hell
I dont know nobody I trust enough to tell
He said hed kill me and Im sure that he will

Ive gotta little suitcase
Full of my dreams
Im gonna think hard
Of the person I could be
Ive gotta a kinda steam train
Waiting there for me
Wed better run fast
Before it leaves

Ive packed my bags now in my mind
I wont look back now
Theyll be so far behind
Worry about my sister
Shes so young and hes so strong
Think that when I leave here Ill take her along

Ive gotta little suitcase
Full of my dreams
Im gonna think hard
Of the person I could be
Ive gotta a kinda steam train
Waiting there for me
Wed better run fast
Before it leaves
Before it leaves