I get accused, I'm always fought,
I feel I'm used, even though she's never taught,
I want to give up, I just want to cry..
I'll always live in this endless lie.
I imagine this bullet, silver, running through my head,
I imagine what it would feel like, just to be dead.
I'll never be good enough, good enough for them..
I try to do my best, but it's never enough..
I show who I am, I pretend to be tough,
But this Boston girl, will always be rough.
I try to be strong, but, I'm always wrong,
I fail everyday, there's nothing much I can say.