If slamming your head against a wall could knock memories out, I wouldn't remember anything from the last two years. Would be nice, now that I think about it.
jesus, there's a time and a place
but you're just drifting along,
pretending that you care
but it hurts more
when you don't acknowledge the fact
that you can pretend all you want
to be my mother
but I raised myself.
don't tell me that's not true,
you know it is.
i'm just so angry,
because you have no right
no right at all
to act like you're better than me.
i used to want a mother.
now I just want you to leave me the fuck alone.