Dear Mother
i just want a little affection,
i just want a little rebellion.
i'd rather sit here and die,
then sit here and cry.
i need someone to talk to but there no one to listen,
i'm sick of boring other people with my problems.
i want my wrists to bleed with anger,
i want my cries to be heard no longer.
i'm pretty sick of all your attention,
sometimes i need a little affection.
Chorus:
i wanna blow the steam right out of my head,
keep wishing i was dead,
trying to forget what you just said.
You say you care with all that fame,
all you do is play that computer game,
and i end up taking all the blame.
i want that monster to come and kill me,
maybe that will set me free.
and you will regret everything you've said,
when i'm buried and dead.
and then my sorrow will hang on your conscience,
maybe for now on you will have more patience.
you tried to teach my to make the right choices,
but when you take my freedom i can't hear your voices.
(Chorus)
and then those pills i popped will make me go away,
but too bad i was always astray.
i'm swinging shooters when my soul begins to leave,
my eyes roll back into my head and my chest begins to heave.
and then you see my lifeless corpse on the ground,
you sit there and frown, and you can't make a sound.
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