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I'll regret zipping up the back of her skinny, white dress I'll regret watching her walk down the aisle, one again I'll regret watching her latest lover Hanz Taint her lips with a snobby, rich kiss I'll remember her chanting words he said "I'm a disappointment ..." I'll remember her laying in bed all day "Want a smoke?" She'd crazily choke out I know I shouldn't live In the future or past But there's nothing left to turn to No happiness will ever last I will try hard to be normal Careless, not meaningful But my thoughts jumble up And I'm labeled an *** A snobby rich kid spat on me today "You look like the kind of boy who shops at Glitters." Oh really? That makes me feel great "The last time I was in Glitters my mother had a seizure." He also decided to call me a nerd Reminding me of the boy last week who called me, "That gay one." Everything, all of it, is my "mothers" fault I don't want to be something I am not But what I'm not is what I need to be If only my mother would give it some thought To **** herself already, I hope you rot
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Why "Mother"
I'll regret zipping up the back of her skinny, white dress I'll regret watching her walk down the aisle, one again I'll regret watching her latest lover Hanz Taint her lips with a snobby, rich kiss I'll remember her chanting words he said "I'm a disappointment ..." I'll remember her laying in bed all day "Want a smoke?" She'd crazily choke out I know I shouldn't live In the future or past But there's nothing left to turn to No happiness will ever last I will try hard to be normal Careless, not meaningful But my thoughts jumble up And I'm labeled an *** A snobby rich kid spat on me today "You look like the kind of boy who shops at Glitters." Oh really? That makes me feel great "The last time I was in Glitters my mother had a seizure." He also decided to call me a nerd Reminding me of the boy last week who called me, "That gay one." Everything, all of it, is my "mothers" fault I don't want to be something I am not But what I'm not is what I need to be If only my mother would give it some thought To **** herself already, I hope you rot
holden-craig
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
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