When she calls She makes me feel lesser than "Focus!" She says She says as if I'm not trying I'm trying, giving it my all Yet I can never satisfy her I'm not fast enough doing as she says I try to make sure everything is perfect But she says I messed up Or I wasn't fast enough She blames me listening to music But the music only helps She says I'm not doing it right But never says what I'm doing wrong I try and try to make her not be mad I blame it on her bipolar disorder That makes it harder to hate her Harder to be mad But the way she would yell Is ingrained When she calls I hope I do it right If I mess up I end up feeling less than