Until you've seen my point of view,
You can't understand the things I go through.
I sit with them at the table while they talk along
I listen not really saying my opinion cause it doesn'tâ??t belong
He talks about hockey with my younger brother,
Either NHL, or just his games all through supper.
She talks about school and work with my older sister,
All the time they talk about her good grades and future
I sit there and listen while trying to understand
Why they would love them more cause theyâ??re better than I am
They created me but hate me everyday
Theyâ??re always mad at me and nothing I can say
I donâ??t do sports and no Iâ??m not good in school
Yet why do they petty me like Iâ??m some crazy fool
They keep saying they donâ??t compare me to my older sister
Yet they keep on pushing me to get good grades like her
They want me to stay in this prison and do nothing but study
But when I sit there trying, Iâ??m praying someone will kill me
I guess I consider myself like an outsider looking in through a window
Kinda like a stalker looking at a happy family to witch Iâ??m their only sorrow
They want me out they asked if I wanted to go in the army
They asked out of the blue knowing I could die probably thrilled about the possibility
On occasions its not all that bad when theirs money
Its as if they think that money will keep me happy
I have food, clothes, a shelter, presents, not rich or poor
I get pretty much anything I ask for
But I cant ask for what I need most of all
