Joshua from Synthetic Happiness by Placeholder

Your mom she locked you in the
Bedroom when she was so fucked up
To take your shit off of her hands
Your step-dad, he came in so late
Drunk off his ass, he stumbled your way
To take you on with his own hands

You wanna be your own
Your own
They wanna say you’re wrong
You’re wrong

I came home on that Sunday
You left a crack pipe on the stairway
Your problem is you are no man
Your baby, she’s well on her way
Selling herself to just make ends meet
I’ll miss her when she turns up dead

You’ll never be your own
Your own
I gotta say you’re wrong
You’re wrong

I can’t believe you’ve gone bad again
Cutting the snow up with shaky hands
Your lies tell you that you are a man
The truth says your life has different plans

• Rock
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