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This may sound strange coming from me
But nothing in this world makes me happy
I guess I could blame it on the way I was raised
Because of that, my attitude began to change.

Always being yelled at and told different things
But every time I listened, the words would start to sting
I’ve tried so hard to forget the pain of the past
But its mark on my heart will forever seem to last.

My mother and I, our relationship faded
Spending time with me is what she truly hated
We never even talk about our innermost fears
I guess we are afraid to see each other’s tears

My cousin, Tracy, whom I think is so cool
The music world one day he will rule
Many disappointments he’s had to endure
But his heart never changed, it stayed ever so pure
There’s just one thing that I don’t understand
When will he start treating me less as a cousin
And more as a friend?

I’ve tried my best to leave people alone
To try and be free and claim life as my own
Praying to God, and ing ing the bible
Like a Christian should do
But most of that stuff just can’t be true

And so I’ve seemed to prove my case
That happiness shall not grace my pathetic face
Oh, but do not proceed to worry about me
Because soon, very soon, I shall cease to be.