I'm tired of this
I'm tired of this shit
The same fucking thing every god damnd day
I'm going to break
I know I will and it won't be good
Ill yell
Ill cry ill laugh
I will finally say how much I hate fucking hate all of this
All of it
Everything
I hate those stupid rules
I just want to be my self
¨my body, my life, my rules¨
right?
Wrong
Oh so wrong
there are so many things
that they won't let you
Parents, classmates, so many fucking things
And yet so many reasons to do it
To finally let them see
See how I feel,
But feeling don't matter, do they?
Right they tell you they matter but they don't
Because as soon as you say something they don't like
you're in trouble
And it doesn't matter what you say but you'll always wrong
So fuck it
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