You're Not My Real Dad

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're not the boss of me

You're not my real dad anyways

You won't control my life

You're not my real dad anyways