The Unimportant Ones

I didn't want a baby for very good reasons.
I don't want him to be treated the way I am.
I don't want him to deal with people not giving a damn.
If only my dad were here to give me something to believe in.

My dad was the only one who cared about how I feel.
If someone did me wrong, he was the one ready to kill.
He's protect me from all these tears.
He's protect me from all these fears.

He'd make me smile on my darkest days.
It seemed that he always knew what to say.
Nobody cares about me at all.
Not even the one who made me fall.

I fell for him and now he doesn't seem to care.
He left me in the room crying with feelings not shared.
He saw the tears and walked away.
Did it do me any good to pray?

I asked God to let me talk to my dad.
I really don't think God will allow that.
I need someone to cry to.
Everyone else I just lie to.

They don't know the difference between smiling and lying.
They all turn the other cheek when they see someone crying.
Why should they care? It's not them.
They don't until their heartbreak begins.

They expect everyone to feel sorry for them.
They expect everyone to bow down to them.
I won't kiss ass for an easy life.
You can leave that thought behind.

I'll stay strong until it gets better.
I'll hold on until we're back together.
I know I'm not worth anyone's time.
Hopefully one day I'll cross that line.

The line of being important to everyone.
The line where nobody wants me gone.
In this family that's not possible.
I'll keep hoping for the impossible.