tara just tara - Problem Child

They're been talking about me on TV
Writing in the magazines
Like broken sirens, hateful violence
Tries to black out the skies

Like a blazing fire on a desert highway
Certain death burns in my way
But I have left the road to find
A new way to survive

I make mothers cry
I make fathers ball up their fists
When I say I have
The right to exist
Now they talk about me
Day and night
I don't wanna start a fight
But I'll finish one, I'm wild
I'm the problem child

When evil chased me out of town
I made my way underground
And I found a family
Who taught me what life was about

We flip our sound from station to station
Where they wanted darkness, there's a constellation
Where they wanted silence, we're screaming loud
A sound they cannot drown out

I make mothers cry
I make fathers ball up their fists
When I say I have
The right to exist
Now they talk about me
Day and night
I don't wanna start a fight
But I'll finish one, I'm wild
I'm the problem child

So where this letter finds you
Know your mind and heart are true
Leave their hatefulness behind you
Even if you can't yet escape

Pack a bag if you must, learn who you can trust
Mark the numbers where you can reach them
Steel yourself, you're stronger than you think

I make mothers cry
I make fathers ball up their fists
When I say I have
The right to exist
Now they talk about me
Day and night
I don't wanna start a fight
But I'll finish one, I'm wild
I'm the problem child

Written by:
Tara Morgan

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