I love you Mother,
But you hurt me so much,
You ask for my help,
I tell you I'm busy,
You lay on the guilt,
And take away my necessities.
You may not think my one night out a weeks important but it is,
You're lift there and back help me a lot,
I don't dare risk walking,
With all the dangers around,
But sometimes I feel like walking home at midnight,
So to raise my chances of falling victim to murder,
You hurt my feelings,
And I'll hurt yours,
I'm a teenager,
My minds under developed, over loaded with thoughts emotions,
So I'm seriusly fucked up,
The way you act doesn't help,
I'm prone to murderous tendencies,
I could slit someones throat if I were pushed to it,
You'd best not anoy me,
I anger fast,
And calm quite slowly,
We have knives in the kitchen,
SO LAY OFF! |
