You're not the mother I've grown up with.
You no longer give me kisses at night or wake me in the morning.
You don't sing me lullabies or give me gentle warnings.
You've turned dark and cold with your constant complaints.
Because I'm such a disappointment and not a perfect little saint.
I get tired of all the tears so I try to stay laughing.
I have a life that I want to live but for some reason you don't want that to happen.
I want to experience what the world has to offer even if it brings me down.
I want to have some fun without you being around.
Some day I'll leave this ****** place, I'll pack my bags and never look back.
It'll be so simple that you'll never find a trace of me.
These are my goodbyes, so tell my friends I love them and to stay safe, tell them I'm finally done with this arms race.