oh..
This music keeps me sane.
You and me, we are not the same.
This vodka is the one to blame.
it's such a shame
That you are
ashamed
to be my parents.
I wasn't asked to be conceived
and when i tell you that I'm not
feeling my self lately
you just
refuse
to believe me
You try to
change me
say that if i don't
i won't succeed
but it's not my fault
that all you do is
leave me.
we may be in the
same house
but we are on two
completely different levels
you call me an
ungrateful devil
But truth is
i appreciated you
way more
than any
of your other kids ever did
its sad
that we ended up like this
you don't talk to me
you rarely even look at me
and
I'm sorry
that all you see is something
very disappointing
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