Are you proud of who I am now ma?
I think I've cut deep enough...
Into the flesh of our relationship, I think I've given up.
I'm tired of trying so hard to be crushed beneath the weight.
Everything I try and do, you seem to fucking hate.
Are you proud of me now ma?
I seem to be down low.
Lower than six feet underground, lower than you'd care to go.
All to make you happy, all to see you smile.
Just to be ditched on the street, to learn you had left for quite awhile.
I sat there wishing I had done just what could have made you stay.
But then I got to thinking, fuck wasting my life away.
Then you decided to come back, messing up my day.
Why the hell are you back?! No one needs you or your shit
After all, you left me and I was the one who took your hit.
For many years of my life I tried to make you proud.
But here I am now, not worried what you think of me.
Because after years of suffering for you, I have been set free.
Don't you know it is wrong to put a little kid through that life?
Don't you know you should have stopped your child from picking up that knife?
How proud are you to know, your baby girl got locked away in a psycho unit?
I used to see you as perfect, but the last time you left me ruined it.
So now, just stay away from me, it's the least that you can do.
And see that I hate you, and you should hate yourself too!!!