You're running out of time
So get shit done
Soon there'll be no time for fun
The laughter will die
And you'll have to be quiet
So for now you should just start a riot
"There will be no fuss"
"You won't be forgotten"
"Where is the baby all wrapped in cotton?"
Your family is changing
Your jealousy is sure
And your hatred for this change is pure
You don't want them to start over
Just like your father
But that's what they're doing
Don't be sour
Soon you'll be gone
And moved on with your life
And so will the new family made of your step father and his wife
Your words are not kind
Your lungs are gasping for air
All you want is for your emotions to not be so bare
These panic attacks are coming more often
But soon these opinions will have to soften
You feel as though you are no longer enough
You might as well just your stuff
You tried to tell them how you would feel
But they did it anyway... time to reveal
You feel as though your feelings don't matter
Good luck trying to climb back up the family ladder
Surely your thoughts are not all wrong
Would you please for once just stay strong?
