Like your bride...

I know what you really think,
and I know you don't care...
You don't even notice me,
when I'm standing right there...

I'm just a bad result,
of your marriage in fail...
One of three children,
left broken and frail...

I look just like her,
that's why you pretend...
Slowly we grow apart,
till there's nothing to mend...

I cared for you dad,
so much I did love you...
But you don't feel the same,
that's why, further we grew...

But I understand it,
it's OK, I can already see...
You never really did like,
anything to do with me...

Ricky and Luke,
will always be your pride...
and I'm just the look-alike,
of your run-away bride...