Kill the creativity, its strangled under your chockehold. [Man, cupid's chockehold is a pretty cool song. ]MY life went from being a lonely loner [Tee hee Kid Cudi] to occupation single mom [=O No I don't have kids] Running around trying to get all this shit right but its still not enough for you at the end of the night. My flaws are just to fatal to our relationship, so I watch as old images of you and I slip. Trapped between who I am and who I need to be. Between a student and a sit home mommy. Yet when I want to discipline my bother I can't cause he isn't my son. I have never been enough to be something you appercaited and now I am just a little girl who recently got jaded. Image downgrade because I yearned to be happy. Now that I have a life you pull me back because me living my life seems to be a sin. I will tell you a story thru the tears I have cried trying to figure out when my teens years up and died. But why should you care you have it made. A babysitter who is always on call and no need to get paid. I am husseling to leave where I am at at two like its prime time and my favorite show is about to be on t.v. But who cares you have other things to to. But tell me when Did I stop being me and became a single mom version of you? Salt water leaking form my eyes is the closet thing I have to expressing how I feel but I feel the weight of your foot on my neck so I am stressing. But all that matters to you is my grades and my commitment to you. Forget Stephanie lets Focus on the impersonal shit.
[This isn't really related to each other, even if it seems that way...just random thoughts and blah, I also wrote this last friday]
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