So here's a story I've kept to myself
Of a girl who had to be her own help.
You see, i was only 3 when my mother
Was introduced to and fell in love with another.
Still together 3 years down the road
They had a son and that's when my life grew cold.
"Daddy's" hands became too hard and cruel
and I became a victim to his dictating rule.
Becaus you see, now he has a son of his own blood
He didn't need a daughter whos viens flowed with mud.
But soon he became too reckless with his anger
And finally people began to noticed he'd become a danger
3 times my mother fled with her 2 children
And each time she went back I slowly withered.
But once again I got us away from him
But my brother, he had to stay with 'dad', with Tim.
I thought then my pain would come to an end
But I guess I had committed too many a sin;
Because my mother seemed to forget she had a daughter
so focused on her son that she just forgot about her
Years went by and with each we grew farther apart,
I guess that's when my teenage rebellion began to start.
I stayed out too late and hung with the wrong crowd;
I did less and less for which to be proud...
Finally I went too far for her to forgive and forget;
The things that were said after we'd both soon regret,
But it was too late I had run away to my father.
God what's so wrong with me that he couldnt bother?
I found myself framed by jail cell bars and a jump suit.
Standing in front of a judge facing a law suit.
Charges dropped from felony to misdemeanor, I'm in diversion
But never once did the courts read the story labeled 'My Version'
I'm a seventeen year of girl with a past
And nothing good in my life ever seems to last
