Catch-22

June 18, 2014

I grew up with ignorant bliss

Surrounded by such selfishness

I was foolish and happy, but for so long

I still remember turning thirteen

Discovering life in different means

All the things I believed now were wrong

Cause my Mama's cashing unemployment checks

To buy into more bad habits

And my Daddy just sits there and lets her

While my brother stays locked in his room

Here I am, grown up too soon

Now I'm bitter, but I guess I'm getting wiser

You can call me out

Call me a little girl

But I promise, I'm still leaving this town

Beg me, beg me

Call me "Sweetie, baby"

But you will never keep me around

This catch-22 town

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