Yes, that Mushroom Girl,

Hadn't always lived amung the trees.

Hadn't always enjoyed the nature,

The squirels' pretty chatter,

The moon, big and full.

Hadn't always rolled in the grass,

And laughed and laughed,

Even though she was all alone.

She had a before.

When she was a city girl,

And liked cars that went Vroom!

And people that pushed you around,

Rats that gnawed on your ankles.

Then the wind changed direction,

And she was gone with it,

Away from all the noise and responsibility.

The Mushroom Girl had thought she would come back,

And she did, Twice.

But her folks had enough of her games,

They got up and left,

Not a single penny for the Mushroom Girl,

Not a single one.

Fine, fine. If that's how you want it.

I don't need you.

I hate you. I mean it, I do.

The Mushroom Girl didn't sleep to well that night.

That was a scary night.

The owls hooted too loud,

The bugs picked at her skin.

That was the night when she decided to forget.

Who would want to have a family, anyway?

Families are stupid.

I'm just gonna stay here forever.

Isn't that right?

Then the Mushroom Girl had started to cry.