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cry girl, cry - isuppose lyrics

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[verse 1: isuppose]
she was sixteen, lost her virginity at a house party
c0ked out and faded, drunk off bacardi
hardly, remembers anything that happened
she recalls drinking and smoking, everybody laughing
having a good time, snorting that good stuff
she met a couple guys, and they wanted to hook up
so they took her to the room, they put that roofie in her cup
she had visions of true love, but they just wanted to f-ck
so they told she was cute, and she was better than the rest
then they played truth or dare and made her take off her dress
so she got naked, and these dudes got turned on
and i can’t describe what happened when the lights turned off
girl started to scream, then she blacked out completely
her friend is in the other room with some dudes being sleazy
so she had no other choice, she just laid on the bed
and these guys took advantage till she was practically dead
the next morning she woke up, and she was feeling the pain
but not knowing what exactly happened made her go insane
so she cried tears of sorrow, asking god to explain
she lost faith in his power and he was the one she blamed
if you really did exist, why would you let me get hurt
why would you let those demons get inside of me first?
but god failed to respond, so dreams of getting married in church
were now nightmares of her body carried away in a he-rs-

[hook: xp]
it ain’t over baby, it ain’t over
yeah it ain’t over baby, ’till it’s over
so all you gotta do is keep your head up
i know that feeling of when you’re feeling fed up
‘cuz it ain’t over, ’till its over

[verse 2: isuppose]
she had no father figure, momma was a gold digger
every night a different man, just to see what they would give her
her sister was a stripper, her brother was a gangster
and god was no longer there so she turned to drugs for answers
drugged up and heart broken, feeling insecure
she looked in the mirror, and saw a sickness with no cure
she was beautiful, but all her beauty was a blur
she spent her days in the shower, cause she didn’t feel pure
trying to scrub off the filth, she was psychologically ill
wishing a stray bullet sprayed and she got k!lled
but she instead she got pregnant, now she’s gonna have a kid
and she doesn’t have a clue who the f-ck the daddy is
so she goes crazy, and starts cutting up her wrist
blood dripping down her arm, unlike the period she missed
she’s feeling scared so she panicked, almost got an abortion
has no support from her family, doesn’t have a boyfriend
to talk to, n0body around to give her help
just a lost teenage girl going through h-ll by herself
you ever felt like, you’re dead even when you’re alive
and that little bit of life in you just wishes you died
i’ve had a lot of girls call me, and they ask for advice
very similar stories, all living similar lives
suicide, drug addiction, pregnancy and rape
and i just wanna let you girls know, don’t lose your faith
cause beauty is deeper than the makeup on your face
you gotta search within your soul, to fill up that empty sp-ce
in your heart, even when a man tears it apart
you gotta stay strong, keep your head up, aim for the stars
i know nineteen year old girls who been through it all
standing tall so you’d never think they’d been through a fall
when that darkness creeps, and there’s no sun in sight
you have to look into your heart and create your own light

[hook: xp]
it ain’t over baby, it ain’t over
yeah it ain’t over baby, ’till it’s over
so all you gotta do is keep your head up
i know that feeling of when you’re feeling fed up
‘cuz it ain’t over, ’till its over

[outro: isuppose]
i wanna dedicate this song to all you girls who’ve been through some hard times
felt like there’s no hope for your happiness
when you’re life gets dark, you just gotta dig within your heart
and pull out that light, and illuminate your darkness
don’t let no one tell you you’re not good enough, ‘cuz you are
and i mean that from the bottom of my heart
it’s isuppose baby

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