Say, Am I Vile?

I had the privilege of being asked to perform at In Parallel's event for International Women's Day last week, what a turn out and what incredible content! Truly and inspiring evening.
This is the first original song I have ever played live, finally!!! It was so exciting to share this with the guests at the event, and now with the internet here.
Say, Am I Vile? Is a song inspired by Cuckoo birds. The mother lays their eggs in a surrogate mothers nest as a survival mechanism, however when the baby Cuckoo hatches it will push the native eggs out of the nest, in order to get the surrogates undivided attention. I'll include the lyrics below incase you wish to follow along, otherwise I hope you like it.
Say, Am I Vile?
V1
From the day I was born, I knew only but one word.
That almost seemed to echo through me, and I knew I was a Scourge.
Before my eyes could see, before mind could filter in the light,
The world was much to crowded for me, and I felt the urge to fight,
the yet unborn and fragile beings that inhabited this nest.
Before I knew quite what I was, the only feeling in my chest -
Chorus
There is no room for me, no room for you, for either of us two.
It’s either you or me, not me and you, I need to be alone,
I need to hollow out this home and maybe then I’ll be complete.
Maybe then the world won’t seem wicked to me.
V2
When the nest felt wide enough I opened up my eyes,
To meet you oh my mother, and to hear your mournful cry
For those fetal broken bodies that had tumbled to the earth,
That never got to meet you, having been denied their birth.
But you cared for me with everything your poor heart had to give,
Catered to my endless hunger in the hopes that I would live.
Mother that I love you, I don’t care you’re getting thin,
I don’t grieve my fallen siblings, but I mourn the mess you’re in.
Because of me, because of me, because of things I can’t control.
That make me wicked and ungrateful and so abominable.
Chorus
Cause there’s no room for me, no room for you, for either of us two.
It’s either you or me, not me and you, I need to be alone,
I need to hollow out this home and maybe then I’ll be complete.
Maybe then the world won’t seem wicked to me.
V3
Now that I am older, and I’ve learned how to take wing,
It’s time to find a mate, Maybe I’ll nurse my own offspring.
They will mutilate each other, oh the pain that may bring.
Then look to me with greedy eyes, they will not share my suffering.
So is it cowardice or malice, when I give my child away?
Knowing I condemn another to this foul and sorry fate.
Even if I could repay my debt by changing destiny
I would rather be alone, than raise my heartless progeny,
Chorus
For there’s no room for me, no room for you, for either of us two.
It’s either you or me, not me and you, I need to be alone,
I need to hollow out this home and maybe then I’ll be complete.
Maybe then the world won’t seem wicked to me.

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Loved it!!