Have you ever felt like,
no matter what you do,
you're never enough?
Not even for you?
Cause that's how I always feel in my house,
I'm anchored down like a prisoner,
condemned by the damned,
and no one will listen,
no one understands.
Ever since I can remember,
I was never really good,
never really talented,
at cooking food.
But, you all know what I mean,
at least Korean's do,
cause if you can't do something,
they'll do it for you.
It kind of depressed me at times,
it still does,
Cause I could never understand why,
they always had to rub it in my face.
See, my cousin's known by other's,
as a sweet and considerate person,
but to me, she can't get any worse,
She always yells at me till she's hoarse.
See, what she does is hard to explain,
but I'll take my best chance at it, any way,
First she asks you to do something,
knowing that you'll fail,
and than she chews you up,
she follows you round by the tail,
and then she'll criticize,
lookin' at every detail,
cause nothing makes her day more,
than hurting frail,
little me,
only if you could see,
the pain she does to me,
you'd realize,
that I need saving.
At first I blamed God,
I know that's really bad of me,
God please forgive me,
but that's how I felt.
Then I blamed parents,
but they can't do much,
The heads of the household,
were my cousin's lunch.
Then finally, I blamed my cousin at last,
because she was the one,
who ruined my past,
she made me hide in my room every day,
she tortured me slowly,
in every single way.
Then one day,
I finally gave up,
blaming others,
for the way I was brought up,
I finally started to blame myself,
and that's how I got here.
Really bad for my mental health,
they always say,
to be doubting and blaming,
self defeating this way,
but I don't know if they know it,
horrible if they do,
but they're the reason,
that I hurt like a do.
