Mom
Mom
What did I miss?
Your logic is amiss
I am tiered of this shit
You take another hit
Do you think it cool?
Can you not live without it?
And your tools
You’re a fool
I am scared for your life
You blow me off and say it’s alright.
Your sick and twisted games
I will not pay again
Mom I love you
Stop playing with my head again
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