Always feeling like I have to compete, and against my sisters to. It's not a nice feeling.
Always left behind and in the dark.
There's no point in trying.
No reason to live.
Left in my room crying.
As the river soon so filled.
No point in lying.
No point in trying.
Always feeling left out.
But still trying.
Love one another.
And they'll love you.
Speak to one another.
And they'll speak to.
Try to live, you will see it's not so bad to be yourself.
You'll see.
