"Over"
March 1, 2001
The fight is finally over
I realize I can’t win
I’m getting rid of the pain
That you have caused within.
There was no way I could win
When all I do is cry
You say I have it good
Then why do I ache inside?
You should be very proud of me
And tell me what a good kid I am
Instead you nag and complain
Which makes me your worst fan
You never wanted to be near me
Like a true mother should
You always seem to push me away
Not allowing me to do what I could.
You make me so miserable
That I want to die
I can’t stand living at home
Because I’m really in this on my own.
