My brother tells me I'm prettier,
My sister says she has no friends,
I tell myself I'm better,
But is that true in the end?
No matter how hard I try you never smile,
Sure, you'll force a chuckle or two,
But in your eyes I can see that you're still empty,
My efforts seem wasted on you.
It seems that every touch and kiss,
Every thrilling feel of delight,
You give without a single happy twinge,
And I fight tears when I'm alone at night.
But then I see you with her,
Just her presents makes you glow,
I dare to call myself your love,
but for it I have nothing to show.
I've been your for over a year,
Yet I still don't know what makes you tick,
None of my questions are ever answered,
And all of my fears make me sick.
I've seen the things you've bought for her,
They're much like what you've got for me,
Is this all I really am to you?
A slut without the fee?
How can I compete with Ms. Wonderful,
The girl you seem to prefer,
I hate the thought that when you leave my bed,
You'll go straight to hers.
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