I know a times I'm a handful
and probably not worth the pain...

I am a big sister of one cute kid,
though he's only 1 and mean as hell...

I can't pretend it doesn't exist
this pain I feel inside...

I always wonder how you do it
Each and everyday...

I know I'm a handful
and a pain most the time...

Alone on the shelf,
dust all around...

You were born,
I was scared...

Good morning daddy,
how did you sleep...

I noticed you didn't smile today
and your hair wasn't combed back...

My job is simple
yet so complex...

You told me you were leaving,
I swallowed back my tears...

She looked up as he walked away
Wishing there was more to say...