You rag on me, you tear me down,
It's not fun being pushed around.
I'm sorry I can't be the sister you want me to be.
I'll never be famous or homecoming queen.
I'm sorry I'm messy
I'm sorry I cry
I'm sorry that you're stuck on the opposite side.
I try really hard to make it work
But it always ends with you calling me jerk.
I never could please you it's always a game
There is no right answer, it ends in shame.
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