My grades are never good enough,
I 'm always the one who gets blamed.
I can never be the angel they want,
I will never be good enough for them.
I try so hard to pull up my grades,
I'm dieing to be you're little angel.
My only wish is for you to accept me,
be happy for who I am, not what I should be.
Just look at the world through my eyes,
maybe then you'll see what its like.
Try to meet the demands that you give me,
doing everything right, with no mistakes.
