by Lissa Schneckenburger
I used to have a father once
He doesn’t live like me
He’s sitting back where he started
Simple life, simple hearted
He doesn’t live like me, he is primitive
And my mother she stopped coming round
She doesn’t love like me
Always yelling and leaving
Pushing and pleading
She doesn’t love like me, she is venomous
CH
But I have the sky, I have the sky
And I have the earth, I have the earth
And I have tonight, I have tonight
And I have this life, I have life
I used to have a sister once
She doesn’t look like me
You would never know it
Her face doesn’t show it
She doesn’t look like me, she is beautiful
I never liked my face
I am a bastard child
Purely mean on the inside
Blackened, dissatisfied
I’m nothing but a bastard child, I’m not beautiful
CH
In the evening in the summer time
All the sky is an open wound
A car door slams, voices in the distance
I breath beneath the stars
My heart beats, on it’s own
On my own