Les textes ne sont pas diffusés intégralement, mais en courte citation, au sens de la loi 122-5 du CPI. Gotta story for you
'Bout a little friend
Never felt good enough
Had a heart to mend
Never felt pretty
Learned to just pretend
Wished someone had listened
To her cries of pain

Maybe I'm the lucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
I'm not God's stepchild

Didn't want to burden
Mother had enough stress
So often I'd talk to you
Through my four legged friends
Always there to listen
Though I felt so all alone
And in my times of trouble
I know
You saw my smile of pain

Now that I am older
Gone through so much pain
I learned that I should love me
No more feeling ashamed
I've seen the great illusions
I've seen the rough terrain
I've walked through my own journey
And my love for you remains

I know I'm the lucky one
I know I'm a special one
I know, that God does
Not have a stepchild. ....