What gets me is that all you ever talk about is pain.
Nothing that comes out of your mouth
is not a little selfish insult,
a deep sigh that burns your disapproval
and lack of happiness- lack of soul -
down everyone's throat
Never has nothing to do with money,
your lack of it
even though you waste it
when you have it
Always words of inability
i can't do this
i can't do that
of your selfish nature
nobody ever does anything
i do everything around here
i pay for everything
nothing is ever
full of love
or happiness
or true devotion,
true support
true appreciation
true ... life
in this family
it's all been lost
since our shelter fell
our rock, our home
My spirit.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
What gets me is that all you ever talk about is pain.
Nothing that comes out of your mouth
is not a little selfish insult,
a deep sigh that burns your disapproval
and lack of happiness- lack of soul -
down everyone's throat
Never has nothing to do with money,
your lack of it
even though you waste it
when you have it
Always words of inability
i can't do this
i can't do that
of your selfish nature
nobody ever does anything
i do everything around here
i pay for everything
nothing is ever
full of love
or happiness
or true devotion,
true support
true appreciation
true ... life
in this family
it's all been lost
since our shelter fell
our rock, our home
My spirit.
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