She's such a sad girl with a twisted heart.
She doesn't even know it.

Right;
I always am.
I woon't listen.

Oh, the immaturity. Oh, the pettiness.
Her mama knew too much attention would be bad.

Bees knew from the very first moment.

She'd be displeasing.
And displeasing, to the bees, she has been.
But the bees are too cool;
For her tantrums and mindless chatter.

Little did she know;
That the bees hated her.
Little did she know;
That no one was really there for her.