Once upon a time
There was a boy
A stupid, messed up boy
A boy
Who's mom thought the pipe was more important
Then her own kids
Who believed in drinking away the pain
While watching the Sunday game
But we didn't have a tv
So she left us
Every Sunday
To watch the game
With her next customer
Use the money on coke
Instead of food
Taught her children that love is *******
And were all destined to fail
And this boy
Lived his life
Learning from her
Thinking its ok to do something
If you really want it

So it was ok for this boy to use me
Because he really wanted it?
It was ok for this boy to let his friends touch me
Because he needed to pay his debt?
It was ok for him to break my innocence
Because he was broken?
That was ok?
I was his flesh and blood
And yet
He was
Using me
Bruising me
Selling me
Telling me this is how life works
So young
I was so young
And yet
So broken