I never going to be part of this family
I know that now

I'm not the boy
The one the sun shines out of
He can do no wrong

Even when it's his fault
It's my fault

He will smell of roses
And take it for granted

I'm not the pretty one
The one who can smile
And get what she wants

Even when she messes up
She is the victim

She will be bailed out again
Poor thing

I'm not the sensible one
The one who is practical
And is a good mother

She is so patient
She never shouts

Even when she is selfish
She is only taking care of herself

Where do I fit in?

I'm older than the boy
That's not good enough
I'm prettier than the pretty one
That's not good enough
I'm more sensible than the sensible one
That's not good enough

To say life isn't fair
That's not good enough
Not by a long way

I am judged by my mistakes
But they don't define me
They made me strong
They taught me wisdom

I am loved by a good man
And by my children
That is good enough

If you can't see the difference in me
I don't want to be part of this family