The Black Sheep

“Good girls obey,that’s the rule of the house “

Another dinner, the same old seating
Another lecture, my heart is beating
You praise my sisters for holding their tongue
While I’m the broken bell that shouldn’t be rung
You smile at them, it’s a crystal clear view
I’m just a shadow occupying the room
You call it backtalk, I call it having a mind!
You want a puppet, but I’m not that kind
You love them more
Because they fit the mold,they make you proud
"Good girls obey," that’s the rule of the house
Step out of line, and you’re throwing me out
They get the warmth, and I get the cold
For refusing to do actualy what I’m told
You confess your favor without a regret
A wound in my chest that I’ll never forget
You call it backtalk, I call it having a mind!
You want a puppet, but I’m not that kind
You love them more
Because they fit the mold,they make you proud