I think I was born to lose
I thought I would have a chance
But my real dad bailed out

Before I was three years passed
Someone quickly filled the void
Locked me up for correction

But he never had a chance
My downhill lack of direction



You're not the boss of me
You're not my real dad anyways



Rebel in a disturbing manner

Life is too short to suffer
Third wheel tries to run my house
Obey my rules or get out

Gentle words of faith
Evil shouts of hate
Short lived bursts of praise

Large explosions of rage




You won't control my life
You're not my real dad anyways