String by string goes by,
And still I feel misunderstood,
By the ones I'm supposed to be understandable to,
Days and months and nights,
Still I go threw my midnight fights.

Endless cries,
The little one is the only one that doesn't lie,
That's not afraid to say she isn't alright,
Not afraid to say she can no longer fly.

The big one, she's cowardly,
Does everything as they would be pleased,
Smiles and be happy so they don't “feel pain”,
So that they don't have that worthless stain.