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I heard shouting in your flat
Guess you’re belligerently mad
Your parents are fighting again
And you feel like going to hell

Said your father found another woman

To replace your ailing mom
You asked yourself was it worth it
To make your family complete?

Saw your boyfriend kissing another girl
Having a good time with all your friends
Not even bothering to give you a call
You promise yourself you’ll blow them all

You hide alcohol, drugs and weeds
In your cabinet and under your bed
Burn holes of cigars in the stairs
Different colors of dye dancing on your hair

Tell me is it the life you want to live
Or is it the life you want people to forget?
You pity yourself and blame God
For letting you go in the wrong path

Put down the gun your mom begged
But you’re not hearing her cause your deaf
With all the voices screaming in your head
You finally have had enough you said

Sitting here making memories of you
For people to hold on to
Sitting here making memories of you
For me to hold on to