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The words roll-off your tongue like you've been practising in front of a mirror Don't attempt to humour me Somehow I want you to wear my skin, try it on see how it feels But at the same time I don't wish such a thing on my worst enemy Your jokes always hit home You told each one with a straight face how was I supposed to know whether you meant it or not You find it frustrating just being my guardian imagine the torment I go through each and every day trapped in this skin of mine You can't blame Him, so you blame me It's sickening Youth isn't an excuse it's a scapegoat Please let me be, and grow up
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
Youth is a scapegoat
The words roll-off your tongue like you've been practising in front of a mirror Don't attempt to humour me Somehow I want you to wear my skin, try it on see how it feels But at the same time I don't wish such a thing on my worst enemy Your jokes always hit home You told each one with a straight face how was I supposed to know whether you meant it or not You find it frustrating just being my guardian imagine the torment I go through each and every day trapped in this skin of mine You can't blame Him, so you blame me It's sickening Youth isn't an excuse it's a scapegoat Please let me be, and grow up
putting pressure on someone to complete your dreams is not right. Remember that what could be a simple task to you, is actually quite difficult for another.
Jamie
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
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