What I am to you
Thanks for asking me if I wanted to go. Thanks for including me in the things you do.
It really makes me realize,
How special I am to you.
I don’t know why Im so surprised; I don’t know why I’m so upset.
It’s been like this for as long as I can remember.
I'll learn about what you've done from others,
sometimes from facebook itself.
Now I know I'm not your little girl. Im not the one you want to do things with.
I’m not your special one,
I’m just someone you share blood with.
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