Its the small things in life that teach us, the small things that define who we are.
And its the way that you talk to me that tells me how you feel.
The way that you yell at me tells me how much contempt you have for me.
And the way that you look at me shows me that you are never going to be proud of me... no matter how much I stive for the better things in life.
Its like you dont even see me, except for when I mess up.
Why cant you just be there for me... instead of comparing me to her.
I am so sick and tired of not being good enough.
So sick and tired of your so called tough love.
Leave me alone and go back to your thrones... your heads are in the clouds and they wont come down.