Im Trying To Fix It
I'm tired of failing, when will it end
If my money isn't getting funny, my heart needs to mend.
I want mom to be happy, how come I can't help
First accident I'm alive , but mom still ended up in whelps.
Getting a job, yes she can have my checks,
Seven months in fired, man phone bill over due what the heck!
Wait saved by the bell, Dads come back
If only I knew his number, Ha! Reality check I'm on track.
Picked up another job, two-hundred a week I'm pleased
Mom I'm here, well water bills over two g's.
Well all I can do is rely on god, although in realty it really burn
I'm sitting here waiting, he'll come through, soon I know it's my turn.
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