Yeah I Have Alot Of Questions. First of all, How Dare You

Hey Dallas, It's mom. I was just wondering if maybe you and i could like maybe go have lunch or something and talk. I miss you, uh there is no ulterior motive, life is short and i just want to see my son

I try so hard
To fucking get my life
To the place where I thought it should be
All through this fucking strife
Now, I'm left here
Wishing that I'd forget
Grappling with voices in my head
Ones I did not put there no
Voices of authority wishing me despair
Telling me I'd never be good enough
Telling me That I would be better off
Dead

Why did they put that in my head
I was just a little kid
I didn't need all that shit
Why couldn't you just let me live
Blind in my innocence
Why'd you have to get in my head
Constantly destroying everything I've ever said
Always leaving me to feel all of this regret

You never let me live it down even though I fucking changed
Constantly leaving me with
All these emotions that feel strange in my head
I try to get away
I try to find a fucking cure
But now i know its in my brain
Its been here for all time
It matters not how far i run
I can never get away

And that's the curse i live with
It's a disease with no relief
No one can get me through this
So I'll blow my fucking brains
Onto the floor
It's a tribute to your name
Fuck that family

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