Venting

Sometimes I think you yell at me
Just for kicks cuz you’re a bitch
You must get off on anger
Cuz you scream like shit
And have a fit
Almost every time that I breathe funny

I really can’t believe
It could be so easy
To be a fuck like you
And I won’t kiss your ass
No matter how hard you make it
I won’t fake it
I’m no friend of yours

I wish there was a way
To speak my mind
Or cut you blind
Either way I wouldn’t be sorry

Why don’t I just leave?
Suicide would drive
me to my grave
but it’d take me to freedom anyway
cuz freedom ain’t no fucking 9 o’clock curfew

Why can’t I just be like every body else?
Why am I stopped from having any fun?
Was it something I said, was it something I did
To make you treat me like a pain in your ass instead of your son?