Vent Honey Just Vent
So you DARE call yourself a mother and a hero? More like zero, you remind of that gut from history class. His name is Nero. You burned down the walls of my brain with your nagging about me sagging my pants in the house. Vent Honey Just Vent.. You shatter my heart with your darts of torture. But you dare to get mad when I caught your pants hangging low to fthe floor. You dare call me a whore. I cant take that no more. Vent Honey Just Vent.. My life doesnt mean anything to you. You're my mother, your voice and love should always be true! No you speak lies. Like a fly on the wall you always find ways to make me fall. But no honey, Im standing tall because even though you break down my walls, you can NEVER break my spirit. Vent Honey Just Vent.. Shhhhhh! Can you hear that silence.. That means she's not home and all is well. It's so quiet if a pen fall, the sound would echo down the hall bouncing off every wall. But when she comes trolling in, te torture begins again. Vent Honey Just Vent
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