I was told one day that I'd never make a great father.
I was told one day that I'd never make a great partner.
I was told one day that I'd never make it big.
I was told one day that I'd always be someone's last pick.
Why me?
I tell people all the time how much I love them.
I tell people all the time how much I wish they were here.
I tell people all the time how much I wish we could make up for lost time.
I tell people all the time how little of a man I've been.
Why me?
I hear people talk down to one another about their looks.
I hear people talk down to one another about their beliefs.
I hear people talk down to one another about their choices.
I tell people that if they want someone to judge, they need to hear their own voices.
So why me?
Why does it always have to be me to say shit?
Why does it never begin with someone else?
Am I the only one gifted with outstretched vocal chords?
Am I the only one who can speak anymore?
Why me?