I’m Not Your Child
I’ve notice that I was always your back seat child
Sitting in the third row seat
Never really questioning how she not your child yet she more of a priority then me
Well I’ve started thinking, maybe she is more important then me
And I don’t mind, I like it like that
I don’t know of any other life then being the back seat child
And some how I rather sit in this row far away from lies
I know no other life
And I rather live this life as your step daughter
The pain would be worse if I considered myself your child
I may be blood and I may be your daughter
But I know for sure one thing
I’m not your child
