You get angry and sad, complain that I'm not the perfect daughter, all hope must be lost. I don't have a clean bedroom, I don't always jump to fix things for you when you're in a slump. I stay home too much, but you don't like it when I go out. So how am I supposed to win? You keep knocking me down. But before you get angry, remember I bailed you out. For all of my losses, you owe me money now.
I don't want to lord it over them but they make it so hard to get along, when I've given them so much, I just wish they'd cut me slack.