You pretend to care,
because it's your job,
you pretend to listen,
but call me a "snob".
You ask what I think,
and so I share,
but then you get mad,
and say you don't really care.
You say you're there for me,
but don't even hear,
I'm calling for help,
and dying of fear.
You tell me you love me,
because I'm always myself,
but when I'm me around you,
you shut me down yourself.
You love my brother more,
because he's the younger one,
he's so sweet and innocent,
what could he have possibly done?
And honestly I love you,
hoping one day you'll do the same,
because right now I feel like,
I'm just the one to always blame.
