Little Songbird

I'm just so tired of being used
I mean
It's anyone and everyone
It's my family men
Random people I know
People who hear me sing
And they either
Want to use my voice
Or they want to pursue me
And it's like
You don't even know me
You're just wanting
Whatever it is
You think that I can give you
I can't fill the hole in you
I hate it
Like leave me alone

Another Tuesday at the bar
I'm singing and some man
Buys me fireball
Another Tuesday
I'm working hard
I know I can't stay here
I have to find another spot
Cause eventually
I'm going to get stalked
They grab me off the street
They take my picture
And they say that I'm hot
But what does that mean
Is that just an excuse
To use me

What does that mean
Do you not get
That I feel everything
And when you use me
There's nothing left for me
I'm too tired to sing

Little songbird
Can't be a cash cow
When all of the people
Bring her down

They say
You're mature for your age
You should be getting paid
Work with me
And you'll have it your way
But what does that mean
Why can't you just
Say to my face
That all you wanna do
Is use me
You're either praying
For my downfall
or you're praying
For a passenger seat
On my up

What does that mean
Do you not get
That I feel everything
And when you use me
There's nothing left for me
I'm too tired to sing

Little songbird
Can't be a cashcow
When all of the people
Bring her down
Little song bird
In a fancy gown
Little song bird
With a nasty frown



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Ames
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