There are somethings
That belong to me;
I adore them
And they grow your jealousy.
How am I supposed to know
That what I harvest are your desperate dreams?
All I can see is you're looking for fallen knees.
None of us are amused by your idiotic streams;
Making fun out of people
Is what makes you feel free.
How can I call you my sister
When you're always insulting me.