At night i cry myself to sleep,
you wonder why i cry and weep.
Your son is more important,
you take him to all is games.
Not once did you take me to mine,
you came and watched but you critisized.
Telling me my team sucks,
while your son is at hockey hitting pucks.
I never get time to explain,
the pain you put me through.
I get blamed for everything,
you never listen.
The bruises that you gave to me,
they never go away.
Im scarred for life,
like my skin being cut with a knife.
I guess its because im only the second child.
