Ever since she’s moved in I’m the one who always gets blamed
Trying to get me to admit to something I didn’t do and feel ashamed
Blame me for stealing food in the middle of the night
She’s so sure I’m the culprit and to me that is not right

She never assumes it’s my siblings like they are innocent and sweet
But unlike my brother I’m not the one who had wrappers in my pants from treats
I moved out once to stop being blamed and to be happy
But had to move back after two months away which was crappy

Telling my dad to do whatever makes him happy is a thing I regret
I am happy for him but I will always wish her and I never met
I’m a liar and a thief in her eyes not once ever blaming my brother
She will never be a mom figure to me and this makes me glad I never grew up with a mother

I tell myself when I’m 18 I’m leaving and never coming back
That I’ll stay up as late as I have to the night before to pack
My dad knows his kids and knows that I don’t steal
But he don’t want to make a scene and to him it’s not a big deal

I know my dad loves me and wants the best for me
But it’s hard when your innocent and you want her to see
I’ve made mistakes that have made me cry throughout the year
But I know my friends trust me and they are always sincere