once again i feel hurt.

once again you prove me right.
once again you prove that he is more important den me.

i have to slog thru work n school.
get ridden with a butt of debts.
but what did i get?
not even a consolation price?

i often felt this is all what i owe you.
owe you for the shit results i got in the past, for the times you did all my stuff.
but honestly do you know how i feel?

u rather listen to him den help me.
it hurts.
reali hurt like mad.

why am i always second place?
sometimes its not cause i want to feel rebellious. but its cause after all i am not the main priority.
so what if i degrade myself.
after all i m second grade.