What we do
Seventeen
Im done
Im sick and tired
Of your shun
Its icy
Blizzardly
My price
Is misery
I suffice.
Im sick
Im done.
Youre not the only one.
My head, it hurts
My hearts gone cold
Im glad I wasnt worth
That bloody Gold.
Buy your toy
Blame your kids
Love your boy
Cause this is it.
I dont love you
I dont care
You arnt a dad
If your not there.
When Im in need
You push me down
And when I plead
You adjust your crown.
Why dont you bow
As I pass
Cause my love for you
Wont last
The way you torture
And ridicule me
Theres no cure
To make me happy
Thanks for the advice
And useless tools
The endless cries
And broken soul.
I loved you dearly
But now we're through
Cause dad you broke me
And now Im you.
Enjoy my silence
While im ignoring
And my absence
Ill be snoring
Dreaming and forgetting you
Cause isnt that the way we are
Isnt that what we DO.
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