[Intro: Josh Smith]
Heather, you know who you are...
This one's for you
[Verse 1: Josh Smith]
Jeans, sweatshirt, with no makeup on
People looking at her funny, they don’t know what’s wrong
Just a teen, but she’s seen some stuff you won’t believe
Being molested by her coach while on a soccer team
Struggling to recover but that the least of her worries
See there’s a story no one’s heard of and it such a burden to her
She’s hurting, put into Child Protective Services
When her mom had squeezed her neck and dropped her hard on the floor again
With the whole family watching, they ain’t do nothing
Acting like she’s fine at school, but, yo, she tired of frontin’
Self-esteem dwindling, belittling
Not feeling confident because her life ain’t what it should’ve been
And the worst of it is that that ain’t the worst of it, yet
Self-examination found a lump inside of her chest
She’s schizophrenic, she’s feeling manic, she starts to panic
It’s like the world is just closing in
A leaf detached from a tree, she’s blowing in the wind
In remission, but scared that cancer’s coming back again
Thinking about suicide, like her friend that actually did
It’s just too much that she don’t deserve, she wanted it to end
But Lord why? The girl is only sixteen
Worried that she’ll never get to follow her dreams
Little sister stuck at home, but she’s more like a daughter
Can’t stay with her crack head mother and her nonexistent father
Yeah, life falling apart
She picking the pieces up and hoping for a new start
It’s dark, she’s so scared of being all alone
She's calling and waiting patiently for somebody to answer the phone
But when they do, she just gets put on hold
God bless her poor breaking, aching, and shaken soul
Don’t wanna go home, so she stays late at school
Step into the size nines of Ms. Heather Nicole, let's go
Heather, you know who you are...
This one's for you
[Verse 1: Josh Smith]
Jeans, sweatshirt, with no makeup on
People looking at her funny, they don’t know what’s wrong
Just a teen, but she’s seen some stuff you won’t believe
Being molested by her coach while on a soccer team
Struggling to recover but that the least of her worries
See there’s a story no one’s heard of and it such a burden to her
She’s hurting, put into Child Protective Services
When her mom had squeezed her neck and dropped her hard on the floor again
With the whole family watching, they ain’t do nothing
Acting like she’s fine at school, but, yo, she tired of frontin’
Self-esteem dwindling, belittling
Not feeling confident because her life ain’t what it should’ve been
And the worst of it is that that ain’t the worst of it, yet
Self-examination found a lump inside of her chest
She’s schizophrenic, she’s feeling manic, she starts to panic
It’s like the world is just closing in
A leaf detached from a tree, she’s blowing in the wind
In remission, but scared that cancer’s coming back again
Thinking about suicide, like her friend that actually did
It’s just too much that she don’t deserve, she wanted it to end
But Lord why? The girl is only sixteen
Worried that she’ll never get to follow her dreams
Little sister stuck at home, but she’s more like a daughter
Can’t stay with her crack head mother and her nonexistent father
Yeah, life falling apart
She picking the pieces up and hoping for a new start
It’s dark, she’s so scared of being all alone
She's calling and waiting patiently for somebody to answer the phone
But when they do, she just gets put on hold
God bless her poor breaking, aching, and shaken soul
Don’t wanna go home, so she stays late at school
Step into the size nines of Ms. Heather Nicole, let's go
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