Tell me sister, do you care for me?
Or am I another pawn like the rest?
The ones you use to get your way
Then toss then to the side when they fail your test
I remember the words you told me once
"You're my sister" so I shouldn't fear
Being your sister meant I wouldn't be a pawn
It's what kept me going through the years
But sister, in the past you said something hurtful
Out of anger you answered me you "don't care"
Then accused me of betrayal when I stood up to you
Even though the drama ended, the pain inside is still there
Was it your temper guiding your harsh actions?
How do I know you won't hurt me more?
Only being your sister has kept the lies at bay
But the fear of being your pawn is sinking into my core
Sister, there is something that I don't understand
You are now sisters with the one I call fiend
the one that is two-faced and once your enemy
Is there a hidden motive, what does this mean?
If she is a pawn then why call her "sister"?
Being your sister means we won't get used
Tell me sister, do you take us for granted?
Then it's proof my loyalty is being abused
You told me "You're my sister" I won't be betrayed
When you toss away one then soon it will be the other's turn
For we both call you "sister" a title of trust
If you cannot see that then sister-hood you need to learn
I cannot live in this constant turmoil
For many years I put up with your tales and the lies
Tell me sister, am I a pawn like the rest?
If so then kiss our sister-hood good-bye
I refuse to be a pawn