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I wish I were the bastard-child You know, when it's the middle of summer And you wish for it to snow That's not cute anymore It never was Well, I figured this much out But, why do I need you? I can never be alone again Hell, it's all over now You know how it goes One melodrama after another Over and over Our soap opera is almost done But when it is, it just starts up again I'm never alone I can hear the voices Your voices Echoing in my head STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP Am I really here? Is anyone? I don't think anything is real anymore I tried to please you But I never could I don't know loneliness Nor happiness I wish I were the bastard-child When will it be my turn?