Hey, are we that mean?
that you need your "medication"
to hang around the family
you smoke that tumbleweed...
stay in your car all day and night
away from mom and away from your daughters
I may not be yours, but you end calming me
and it hurts like hell
my father had neglected me for his video games
and I see that you runaway to that dam car all the time
like its a child in need...
my mother says her worries
but you tone her out and huff that disgusting green
that lead you to a path, a pathway to other drugs...
they say weed isn't a gate way, but I say it's wrong!!
FUCKING WRONG!!
because if they were right, you wouldn't wanna try the hard stuff
look we got in a fight... and your on crystal meth for months
I HATE MYSELF!!! I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH
CAUSE YOU BLAME ME FOR DRIVING YOU TO DROWN YOUR PAIN IN DRUGS
mom said you were curious before
BUT YOU SAID AM THE ONE WHO FILLED THE BULLET TO PUSH YOU SO FAR AWAY!!
I want to say that's bullshit , but guilt had sow my mouth shout....
so world if this is all my fault
PUNISH ME! PUNISH ME NOW!!!
SHOOT ME, KILL ME
LET ME SUFFER FOR BEING A SPOIL BRAT
BUT!!!!
all I wanted was to put in his thick skull that its not okay to slapped baby in the face
