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I'm not as important.
I already know that now.
I can work, I can try,
But no matter what I do,
No matter how much my own hands
Are worked to the bone,
It will never match her.
I can cry all I want,
But it will be nothing but 'drama',
I can wish for someone to take a stand,
To come near and hold me,
But you're all too bust guiding her along.
So here I stand,
alone,
Forgotten,
As if nothing but a burden in this world.
Something that should be ended,
Before it grows like a weed,
Like a disgusting vermin that I am.
Maybe before I spread,
Before I take anyone else down with me,
I should simply destroy myself,
Burn myself down,
Take everything around me with my ashes.
She's so much more important then me,
Right?
So one less shouldn't really matter..
Right?
I cry these tears because I hurt,
Because I'm begging for your help,
For you to notice that I hurt too,
I'm in pain as well,
I yern for your love and affection as much as she.
But it's okay.
I'll lay in my bed,
Curled against myself while I cling to my pillows,
For now, they are my only support,
the only solid structure in my life,
The only thing that I can let soak my tears,
And hold onto my secrets.
I'm sorry,
If it seems dramatic,
If it seems like all I want is your attention.
I'm sorry if my crying gets in the way of your game.
I'll go to my room and cry,
Make sure your friends don't know that I feel this way,
That you make me feel this way,
That you make it so I can't even stand to breathe your own air.
Let's have a toast on you, mom,
For you are the greatest person around.
For putting everything above me,
Above your own child,
Above the one who's made it so that you can keep your house.
Thanks.

Description
I'm not as important.
I already know that now.
I can work, I can try,
But no matter what I do,
No matter how much my own hands
Are worked to the bone,
It will never match her.
I can cry all I want,
But it will be nothing but 'drama',
I can wish for someone to take a stand,
To come near and hold me,
But you're all too bust guiding her along.
So here I stand,
alone,
Forgotten,
As if nothing but a burden in this world.
Something that should be ended,
Before it grows like a weed,
Like a disgusting vermin that I am.
Maybe before I spread,
Before I take anyone else down with me,
I should simply destroy myself,
Burn myself down,
Take everything around me with my ashes.
She's so much more important then me,
Right?
So one less shouldn't really matter..
Right?
I cry these tears because I hurt,
Because I'm begging for your help,
For you to notice that I hurt too,
I'm in pain as well,
I yern for your love and affection as much as she.
But it's okay.
I'll lay in my bed,
Curled against myself while I cling to my pillows,
For now, they are my only support,
the only solid structure in my life,
The only thing that I can let soak my tears,
And hold onto my secrets.
I'm sorry,
If it seems dramatic,
If it seems like all I want is your attention.
I'm sorry if my crying gets in the way of your game.
I'll go to my room and cry,
Make sure your friends don't know that I feel this way,
That you make me feel this way,
That you make it so I can't even stand to breathe your own air.
Let's have a toast on you, mom,
For you are the greatest person around.
For putting everything above me,
Above your own child,
Above the one who's made it so that you can keep your house.
Thanks.