My Mama couldn't give up. She had three little girls and two boys. She had to keep going, even when my dad blew his brains out. And another man used her and spent her money and a daughter broke her heart. And cancer ate her little by little.
Yeah.. You wonder why I'm fucking cold and distant? You wonder why I now believe I am lower than fucking dirt? You wonder why I can't bring myself to stop crying and get out of bed, some days? Yeah, yeah, blame it on my "medication". Blame it on my "parents". Blame it on my "mental illness". But obviously, YOU'RE never to fucking blame, are you.