Who are you really to me, in this lifetime full of pain?
Are you my flesh and blood or just a cold September rain?
You take from me with endless want and give nothing in return
Except the eyes of disapproval and a look of great concern
You point your finger at me, so self-righteous in your state
But you never stopped to realise that you aided in my fate
You gave me all the courage that I could ever need
By believing in your heart that I could not succeed
You’ve taught me to believe in me, as I knew you never would
Unless I lived and acted in the way you thought I should
I thank you, oh so very much, for this and so much more
For I know that I’m the victor of this crazy family war
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