Wanna know what really ****** me up as a kid ? It wasn't so much the anger and pain It was that my parents aren't always like that They could be nice and kind And sometimes I'd drive myself crazy Not so sure that it was real , Till it happened again That ****** me up
I lost trust in my parents and especially my mother She'd tell me we'd leave and we'd be happy " don't worry little one " that was a lie She'd just crawl right back I guess I can't blame her
I sometimes don't think that I have it that bad Cause maybe I dont So I just tell myself I'm just an overreacting teenager But then my mother my protector Goes and gets wasted she falls I carry her to bed lulling her to sleep Another time she wishes me dead after falling in public I got the stares I hated it
It makes me angry that I have no one to trust One one that cares enough And that's what really ***** me up Guess I'm just a ****** up kid Nothing left to say Except that I'm sorry Maybe I could have done better But in the end I'll only be a ****** up kid Can you really blame me ?