While I was laying on the ground I was so eagerly look up for your approval, but you were either drunk, passed out, or on the computer and when I grow up you tell me my father to blame for my anger issues my rage but where should we really place this shame? Your next best step was trying to bring your man in my life, make him my dad in light, to replace the hand I hold tight. You made me the one I have become you can't blame my dad for what you have done and make me like you, just a drunk. I see the pain you cause me, as my sister sits idle, she lives by your side and yet you sit there and read the bible like she isn't even there. And when you scream at her you yell my name like I'm the one you've got to blame!
You wonder why I'm not there, I don't answer you phone calls, everything that I've know falls to the floor and I watch this s**t fall to the ground dust. 'Everyone asks whos your mom?' and I say a psychopathic b***h who I can't stand. Do you really love that beer so much you would give up the things you claim to love and can never tuch. When your children hate you and smell of something rank how can you sit there and claim its everyone elses fault? You need to claim your blame and unlock your shame and show up all you can be not some youthcapturing dame, but our mother.
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Inside the Heart of a Darkangel
Mostly, feelings, what some people call poetry, Stuff about w.e sum jackass did to piss me off. Lyrics.
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