My sister –
Was the good one
Always did what she was told
Always nice to everyone
A perfect sister.
She always ate up lunch
I never did
Now she's fat
And I am slender.
She never went out on weekends
I always did
Now she is a nobody
And I have many friends.
Now she wants to be like me
Regrets her whole live
Is smoking, lying, cheating
My poor sister!
Because of the smoke
She now has lung cancer
And only a few weeks to live
What can I say?
The Good die young.