I yelled at my mom tonight,
the way i never did.
im sick of it,
of doing all this shit.
you ask me so much,
you bring my anger up a knotch.
i try to tell you things,
an you gotta keep going on sheesh.
dont yell at me,
like im nothing to you but a geek.
you wanna see the evil me,
the one who screams an throws things.
im sick of it,
all i get is mistreated.
lets see if you can get things done,
when im fuking gone.
i hate when he pushes me around,
i wanna beat him to the ground.
make me pick up after that ass,
what else do you have to ask.
so come on wanna play,
this time i wont run away.
everyday i get stepped on,
im sick of being last,
always to talk to last.
im sick of being here.
you guys just forget about me.
yes ask me how i am or how lifes going.
it fuking sucks you think you have friends but you dont.
yea thats me no real friends indeed.
so can you think im the same,
its my happiness that die to blame.
i still miss the thing i once had but its just a memory from the past.
