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Another try at writing a country lyrics as planned and a song with a message or story. Need a redo                                                                                  

Lyrics:

                                                  
At 17 can be hard growing up poor in a little town
Soon as the clock strike nine tonight she have work in an after hour joint
Her mother to caught up working at the local diner  trying to make end meat
Mother trying to make sure she eat so no one around
caught up with a step father with no job mother to hung to worry about momma little girl
Soon as the curtain falls she has to bare it all
right as the lights turn on

Chorus
At 17
No one really cares
Vanity rage in her pretty head
At 17
No one really there
A young girl can come mislead in a world full of greed
Innocent is never a thought what is right is never reverent 
At 17

It's hard to stay on honor roll
She's failing every test
No one really knows 
The teachers at her school don't care
They whisper and stare as she go down the hall 
Maybe someone knows her secret after all
Her face is seen at the gentleman's best 
Her future not to bright you know
She's gonna drop out of high school who knows
At 17 an adolescent she will not last until June

Bridge


She should be shopping with her friends at the mall
She should be picking out her dress to the prom
You know where she's headed in an hour
No one to save Rapunzel from her tower
At 17
At 17
This world is so insensate for a young girl looking to be inspired
A teenage phase abducted
Life no fairytale Life can be a gothel