Alcoholic’s Kid Life
I was 5 years old waiting for her to come
I was 6 years old thinking she’s just trying to have some fun
I was 7 years old when I moved to LA
I was 8 years old changing his diapers
I was 9 years old throwing away the beer
I was 10 years old trying to run away
I was 11 years old when I had my first taste
I was 12 years old when I started to give up
I was 13 years old when I learned i wasn’t enough
Now I’m 14 years old and I’m broken and stressed having to do all these tests getting yelled at every week shedding tears every day but having to wake up fake the next day.
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