Ghost of Firstborn

[Verse 1]
The gilded cage of oldest, a crown of dust and duty
Supposed to lead the way, the shining beacon, the beauty
But cracks began to show, a fault line in the porcelain
A whispered disappointment, a truth I couldn't lessen
They called me "difficult," "too much," a restless, gnawing need
While siblings bloomed in sunlight, I withered, choked with weed.

[Chorus]
Useless, that's the label, etched deep within my bone
The problem child they talk about, when I'm not fully grown
The one who needs the extra care, the whispers and the sighs
The mental issues child, reflected in their tired eyes
Always reaching, always falling, a permanent regret
The Ghost of Firstborn, haunting what I could have been yet.

[Verse 2]
The weight of expectations, a phantom I still carry
A shadow in the corner, where joy used to tarry
I tried to build a fortress, with logic and with reason
But the storms inside just raged, through every changing season
The words they never meant to say, they landed like a blow
"Why can't you be more like them?" a seed that helped me grow
Into this tangled mess, this labyrinth of dread
A broken compass in my hand, and whispers in my head.

[Chorus]
Useless, that's the label, etched deep within my bone
The problem child they talk about, when I'm not fully grown
The one who needs the extra care, the whispers and the sighs
The mental issues child, reflected in their tired eyes
Always reaching, always falling, a permanent regret
The Ghost of Firstborn, haunting what I could have been yet.

[Bridge]
Maybe the flaws are beautiful, in their own twisted way
A tapestry of struggle, woven day by day
But it's hard to see the artistry, when all you feel is pain
And the echoes of their judgment, fall like an endless rain.

[Chorus]
Useless, that's the label, etched deep within my bone
The problem child they talk about, when I'm not fully grown
The one who needs the extra care, the whispers and the sighs
The mental issues child, reflected in their tired eyes
Always reaching, always falling, a permanent regret
The Ghost of Firstborn, haunting what I could have been yet.

[Outro]
The oldest, the broken, the one they can't quite mend
Just the ghost of what they wanted, until the very end.
The useless, the problem, the storm that never dies
Just the mental issues child, beneath their watchful eyes.