While she's at work
Trying to hold back the urge
To smoke and drink
She tells me what I like is wrong
I almost have a fit
She yells, screams and gets her point across
I don't care
She hurts me every time she steps on my dreams
The blade on my hand, my leg and my heart
I smoked my first cigarette today
It was pleasant as it may seem
I should keep stealing cigs from her box to relieve the pain
She will never know how much pain she caused
Wanting me to be normal just like her and everyone else
I love Jrock, Reggeton, and weird things
Why can't she just accept it and move along
I'd rather be judged by others than my own parent
She goes to work without a clue
About what I am doing and what I'm about to do
I smoke and smoke until I can't sing anymore
I smoke and smoke until I can't breathe
I smoke and smoke until she says something
I can't see or hear her at all
One day she'll miss me and realize that I was the one and only who helped her pick up the pieces
It was me that picked her up
Not anyone else, I'm all she has and she pushes me away
Until I fall off the edge
Then what...?


