I can't take you anymore.

You're never proud of what I do,

You never believed in me.

So just shut up! I can't stand you.

Stop complaining. You don't know what it's like.

You don't know half the shit I've been through.

I don't care if you don't care.

Because I've been through it all, I've been there.

You complain constantly about how your parents fight,

And how your sister dresses like a whore.

Shut the hell up - my parents left me alone to die somewhere.

Never proud, but willing to go on. I'll make it somehow.

If I'm alive come morning, that's a start.

You spin your stories, start to finish,

And like a book you read me but you have no clue.

My story just ended, here comes the beginning.

Some nights I wasn't even sure where home was. I still don't.

So don't you dare ever tell me that you know.

Because you don't.