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Jealous of this imperfect life
Cuz this family is good at hiding the strife
Talking scenarios you never saw
Just because it sounds more harsh
Not seeing that you’re salting these wounds
Defacating reproduction and disbanding too soon
Believing yourself to be the martyr of intelligence
Is exposing that fraction of your ignorance
As deeply willing and bloody hearted
I accept your olive branch but not the fruit
I’d keep my baby if I was you
I’d simply sit and listen when my sister asked me to
Knowing that her pang rings and stings
I’d encourage her to sing
And reveal that this life can be diverse
Refuse the frustrations that force me to curse
Spill those things that sisters do
But that’s just me and I’m not you….
