No ma'am

So I'm a brat?
You really think i am?
well look in the mirror hon
Why should i say yes ma'am

You have to give respect to get respect
And love to be loved
And i know that, quite frankly
I'm tired of being shoved

You make me feel guilty
When i did nothing wrong
You expect to just give orders
And me to follow along

An i ever right in you eyes?
is anyone?
do you just treat me so bad
because I'm so young?

Don't get me wrong
I'm grateful for all you do
But sometimes i feel
I need respect too

You seem to not trust me
Though I've done nothing to break your trust
I'm not a smoker, I'm not a druggie
I'm not filled with lust

But you probably wouldn't know that
How could you?
Most of the time I'm talking
you act like nothings new

So call me what you want
Think what you want, do what you're going to do
Just remember while I'm here, crying
I'm thinking of you