What did I do?
It's all so fucked up
Nothing I do is right
Why do I even try?
The good I do is over looked
No matter how good it is,
But when I screw up it's like a spotlight
And I don't know what's worse,
The yelling over something that wasn't even me
Or the sitting back and watching
Not batting an eye as I cry.
Of all the things I wish I had
Freedom's number one,
So the breathing down my neck
Will be over with and gone.
All I want is a little respect
All I get is shit,
I say a word to defend myself
They say I'm just being a bitch.
I try to speak
I get cut off
I try to listen
I can't understand.
No matter what I do it's not good enough.
Why can't it just end?
