Living day by day
waiting for the hour to pass
four the phone to sing
for her voice to sound
but days pass
uncaringly
the sunrises and the moon setts
still i wait
the day of the sun comes
and a fight ensures
i have her quick temper
and her assuming ways
I'm her little twin
although I'm only eight past ten
i have her voice and the way she walks
my family says
they like me, but not my mother
for she had hurt their presences baby boy
and for that i pay the price
they want me to change
to be like my cookie-cutter cousin
they just can't see
that this is me
why is he so made at me?
i had only asked
but his anger hurts me
and made me cry
I'm so tired of the tears
so i want to leave this place behind
my father says I'm running
running from my problems
but i think i finely understand
i finely understand why sissy left
the drama is too much
i just can't do it anymore
i can't wait for her
i can't wait for them
my father doesn't like it
he says i need to tell him more
but it's so hard
every time i try
my old mask falls forward
and covers my face
and clothes my voice
i don't quite understand everything
but i don't know everything
so why should i understand?
i want to move away
but with solid ground under my feet
i don't want to slip and slide
i don't want to get lost
on my windy path
with turns on either side
i want stable ground
and solid feet to help me stand
i want to stand strait
and be haired above all others
i want to stand out
and be remembered
i want to grab my dream
and hold it tight to my chest
but life is cruel
she likes to taunt and teeze
to hand out candy only to take them away
and if I'm not careful
I'll end up like mom
and that just won't do
