I don’t want to die in a world of pain
And I know my secrets will not be kept in vain
Captivating an audience of peers
Acknowledging their weaknesses and fears
Scrapping all moral high grounds
Winning as my persona slowly drowns
I am no angel of holy light
Not since my brother and I took flight
False identity is my new game
And it will surely bring me great fame
Manipulation and ******* succeed
But that will not fill my brother’s greed
He thinks I’m wrapped in his lies on low ground
Ha! I’m wearing him like a ball gown
I may look to him as only the family’s middle
But I won’t let him play me like a fiddle
The only music playing is in my head
As I watch him lying on the floor, cold and dead
I his little sister, don’t make me laugh
If anything he was just one of my staff
I’ve always been aiming for the top of the world
And they never even saw my lips curled
Naive fools, my mom and my dad
Could never see that we were truly mad