He's the jock;
She's the mom,
All the good cr@p has been done.
There isn't anything left for me to be,
Other than the brain.
Everyone comes to me,
Always and they laugh at me
If there is ONE thing that I do NOT know.
My sister's a bimbo,
My brother's a jerk,
There is nothing left for me to be
For all the good cr@p has been taken.
All I can be is decent and nice
And that has yet to get me far.
I'll be here,
Lingering behind everyone else
Because I was kind,
And I never hit my mom,
Or called her a c^nt.
Will there ever be a place for me
To be who I am?
Do rewards come to people like me,
Who speak strongly and yet act kindly to others?