Quicksand.
You live your life like you're some kind of criminal. Like you did something wrong. When all you did wrong was stay inside this house trapped inside your own box. You did this to yourself I hope you know. You don't care about your kids. When have you ever? Never once in my life, from what I can remember, that you have hugged ME. I have always hugged YOU. And for what? For another lecture I don't deserve? For another hit on the arm, another blow to the head? For another "don't let me down"? How the fuck have I have let you down, hmm? For maybe finding someone I really care about? For doing all the things that I'm supposed to do? For becoming my own person? Look you never really cared about me. Maybe once in a while, I happen to stumble upon your psycho mind. Oh because I didn't something "wrong". Bullshit.
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