My sister's as pale as the snow
And they say she smells like a rose
She wasn't in any photos
Her existence was barely known
But their preference of me was all for show
It was all about her when we got home
Her and my parents were a trio
While I occupied her shadow
If she was sunlight to them I was faded afterglow
That lesson was learned years ago
Now it's been a few years and I've grown
I left them and live on my own
But I still hear her name in the scream of the crows
And think who names their little girl blow
My sister's as pale as the snow
But I bet she doesn't smell like a rose