I open my eyes in the morning and
See the world, laughing, so lucky
I try to fake a smile and be crazy
But isn't it unfair,
I am not lucky like them all?
I have small room to stay
In my little shelter.
A roof above my head,
I know that's the best I'll ever get,
But I try not to care about that.
Am I the reason?
Am I the mistake?
Am I the only sin that
My mother's ever made?
I don't know, but
That's what everyone always said.
I alternate those ripped jeans
I try not to make my parents
Buy me newer ones
So they can pay for the power and gas.
But they waste the money
And always blame it on me.
Am I reason?
Am I the mistake?
Am I the only sin that
My mother's ever made?
I really don't know but
I recall everyone continuously saying that.
If I really am
Then what's my punishment?
I'd love to be scolded
But I can't live in this hatred.
