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ah fuck. sorry thats a "bad word".
- mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do
- "what you want out of life its all up to fucking you"
- it doesn't seem like that these days cant even walk down the avenue
- with out you following me in the car
- waiting for me to raise the bar
- so u can take me home again
- take away what ever's left
- wouldn't approve of my grooves
- wouldn't approve of the fumes
- I've wanted to inhale since i was 12 years old
- but i've never got the chance. and you wouldn't even belive.
- i've withhold
- my talents for far too long
- i wanna scream and shout every single fucking song i've written
- but i can't
- restrictions, restrictions
- it seems thats all i have these days
- lately my life's been a haze
- of a skitzofrenik phase
- you've brought on me
- as i get older and bolder i just get sadder and sadder
- every time that you talk
- i just get madder and madder
- you can't over look that this is talented matter
- but i cant even look at some porn with out my parents flipping shit
- its a conflicting twist
- on one hand i love them but on the other hand Im just so pissed
- what kind of life is this for a fourteen year old
- already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists
- i cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick
- for a pack of cigarettes
- nah but i fucking wish
- im screaming to the fucking sky
- i just wanna fucking die
- god replys by saying that he wishes i would, hes tryed and tryed
- to help me commit suicide
- but i pussy out every single time
- with some adhd pills
- in my hand theres a nine
- the trigger feels nice
- in my fingers but i
- cant do this shit, im too fucking talented
- and im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design
- if they saw this shit they'd probably try to talk to me
- and tell me that its out of love that they're stalking me
- and mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally
- snap!
- ...and start crying cuz i have no fucking privacy
- im losing my vitality
- god damn it feels so good to get this off my chest
- if i told anyone else they would tell me im depressed
- and send me to a fucking shrink where i would have to confess
- everything i've ever felt
- so has every body else
- they just keep it bottled up and keep it on a higher shelf
- i dont even have one of those
- i share my room with four bros
- and every time i hear my moms phone ring
- i know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up
- keep me out of danger and make me love
- school and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine
- i guess that age was fine but that was a long time
- ago
- ive changed
- and so have they
- just a whiney emo kid getting pissed off
- but i have the balls to say it all of you dont talk
- i speak my mind with an upside down cross
- on my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.
- they found a couple cammel asses i didnt even smoke
- i also failed a couple classes so they think that im just a joke
- they think that im slacking off
- cuz i spend my days jacking off
- yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...
- i dont really think they'd aprove....
- do you?
- its raw feelings and emotions
- thats the point of art isnt it?
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