Does it?

Does it really matter or were you hoping I was the daughter of the Mad Hatter?

Are you looking for something deeper than what’s in my soul

I mean really what is your goal

Eventual confiscation, that has been your plan

So you could disrupt me, and do a quick scan

I mean how could I possibly be morally better than you

My mistakes baked into my social status like a sponge cake

That’s why I’m writing this one specifically

Because I know you’re going to look diligently

You’re at odds, “how did she know?”

Well my dear the universe shows

Life is very strange, and it’s not always a numbers game

But when the time comes, I really hope you don’t flush yours down the drain

You think yourself to be clever, and quite frankly I agree

I just hope you make the endeavor to finally see

I am more than what you have heard of me, and I mean that positively