Pitter, patter rain falls on a broken child.
Why... why this, why now wonders a choking child.
Cook, clean, watch the kids everything that's not fun,
I want a good life screams an outspoken child.
Move around to live in crappy apartments
Cockroaches everywhere says a croakin' child,
Others run around, laugh and play, they have fun
While I can never be a free jokin' child.
Where's my free, fun, careless and loving childhood?
Am I or Am I not a smart token child?