It hurts to know that other always come before me,
It kills me that we're the ones that you never see.
When you did it to me I was OK,
but when you do it to my child what do i say?
I'm sorry baby I guess he was just too busy,
i don't want to hear him say he's never coming to get me is he?
You've always had a life more important than one with us,
They are your number one so where does that leave us?
I've grown to accept it from years and years of practice,
But sometimes I catch myself feeling as if I've been pricked by a cactus.
What is it that they have that your blood doesn't?
I am your blood but would it be better if I wasn't?
I used to tell myself that you just needed to realize,
But anymore its only ever lies.
What makes me sad is not the part about me,
Its the tiny little boy that you will never see.
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