Live your life don't look up to mine
Life on a knife edge, life of a slime
And yet you said its gold when its grime
Parts of my soul sold while you drank wine
Need to fold before confusing glamour an pain

I'm not your role model not a person to follow
Enjoy your parents who coddle with silver bottles
Be thankful you never huddled alone left below
Its hurtful that you wanted to go into the only things I know
My path is lonely with woe my strength is just built from blows

Those traits you seek created by fates I wouldn't wish on snakes
My wits were gained by survival of being out in alleys late
Strength from the desperate struggle of being born a mistake
Will of rusted iron from a life on my lonesome with it all at stake
Will you throw away happiness and family to be a copy and a fake