December 11th

This google docs page is all that i have left
Handle death metal drummer rose petal stepping
Never got send you a single text message
Forced independence before the age of ten
Never mourned it but i meant to, avoiding it since grade school
I smelled of shit dealt with it its elementary
Buried deep scared of you leaving me, living through the worst dream
I could imagine, your Jacksonville jacket too big to fit but i have it
Its just a habit to me, grab a couple apples off the family tree
And They probably rotten or they like you and they fallen
Know that i fueling the fire, when i continue get higher
Gotta stop need to get hired
Tread, showing on all of my tires cool
Friends, telling me that im maniacal
Guess, I'm never surprised when they tell me to
Go fuck yourself i dont fuck with you

Dead and gone you left
I was lost
Holding on to what
Was once there
Dead and gone you left
I was lost
Holding on to what
Was once there

Happy birthday, its the 11th
Smoke weed rock the tommy to forget it
Im a mess whos not to be messed with
Take me back to days i drank nesquik
By the pool right after school we vibing to the radio
I'm, 9 years old and malleable to anything i do consume
Death, fuck a funeral, been ducking since NES
Got plenty stress
Afterwards was penny less, though my mama never bend
I was looking across the money fence at other kids
Who got to get a lot of gifts no ocarina of time
For me i sat poorly with my newly gotten sporty
Ecco jacket with a flap missing rock it if i hear the snickerin
Stepdad bickering with children he a little bitch left us
Didnt give a shit, gotta lot of reason why i never do react
To the things that i should so ill always be misunderstood



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Writer(s): Dylan Rose
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