Tell me i cant sing
Make me feel like im nothing
all the time, now and in the past
You always seem to put me last
Im always at the bottom of your list
Then you wonder why im ******
It makes me feel unwanted
Like a container with no lid
A pencil with no lead
A coffin missing the dead
Im a tank lacking fish
Or a shooting star without a wish
Ill put that star to use
I wish away the abuse
and make the pain stop
Daddy, please put me on the top
Im getting tired of being at the bottom of the rock
I feel about at useful as a broken clock
The boys always come first
And buying mom a brand new purse
Where do i fit in?
When do i get to win?
Cause even when you try
Mom starts to cry
"stop being nice to her
And what does she deserve?"
take her side when we fight
Then pull me aside and tell me im right
Why not say it to her face?
Im okay with leaving this place
I know this isnt the perfect life
Stuck between your kid and wife
but at some point you have to choose
Cause im done taking this abuse
My heart will eventually stop
Daddy, if im not on top
because mom doesnt let you
Provide my needs too
You dont know why she hates me
Its a picture neither of us can see
she does love my brothers
I need a new mother
Soon enough i won't take it
This family is nothing but sh*t
So daddy if i die
Don't say i never cried...