Recording

The car door closes and the

countdown starts A heavy weight settles

right over my heart The closer

we get to my father's front

door The more my stomach drops

down to the floor I'm only

eleven but I feel so small

Shrinking always as I walk through

the hall And it's never fair

for me No,

it's never fair I'm walking on

eggshells Trying to breathe the air

The anxiety rises like a storm

in my chest

A loud racing mind that can't

get any rest So I close

my eyes and I count one

to ten Just trying to find

my reflection again

Nothing is ever quite right My

dad is so hard keeping everything

tight His voice feels like thunder,

his rules are so strict Every

small flaw is the one he

will pick I try to be

perfect, I try to be good

To be the daughter he wishes

I would But it's never fair

No, it's never fair The anxiety

rises like a storm in my

chest A loud racing mind that

can't get any rest So I

close my eyes and I count

one to ten Just trying to

find my reflection again

Then there is Kendra,

the stepmom who decides Who gets

the smiles and who has to

hide My two brothers do whatever

they please They get all the

praise while I'm on my knees

They get a pass for the

mess that they make While I

get blamed for every mistake Yeah,

it's never fair for me No,

it's never fair I'm walking on

eggshells Just trying to breathe the

air

The anxiety rises like a storm

in my chest

A loud racing mind that can't

get any rest So I close

my eyes and I count one

to ten Just trying to find

my reflection again

One, two, three,

four Watch where I tread Five,

six, seven

Quieting the noise in my head

Eight, nine, ten Take a deep

breath and start over again