"We hardly see you anymore", my mom said today.
Weren't you the one who chased me away?
I'm never home because of you.
Because I can't be who I want to be with you.
Because I can't cry in front of you.
Because I can't tell you anything anymore.
Just trying to tell you about my day is signing up for your degradation.
And I know you're bitter about the way life turned out.
Does that mean I shouldn't be happy anymore?
Home is supposed to be a place to look for
You turned it to place I don't want to be anymore.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
"We hardly see you anymore", my mom said today.
Weren't you the one who chased me away?
I'm never home because of you.
Because I can't be who I want to be with you.
Because I can't cry in front of you.
Because I can't tell you anything anymore.
Just trying to tell you about my day is signing up for your degradation.
And I know you're bitter about the way life turned out.
Does that mean I shouldn't be happy anymore?
Home is supposed to be a place to look for
You turned it to place I don't want to be anymore.
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