You Made Your Bed

Look at me now,

Look at what you did.

You're a deadbeat dad who went and lost his kids.

My heart is hurting,

Still hurting from your hate.

I know you think you did nothing wrong,

But I'm willing to debate.

You've caused me so much damaged to the point of no fucking return.

Speaking of return, your call back is something I have yet to have heard.

I try to call,

But you never pick up.

Why was I cursed with a dad who is so stuck up?

You treat my sister and I like we're not good enough.

Fuck You and your money,

You're too messed up.

What the fuck did we do?

All we ever did was try,

The way you treated us should be considered a crime.

I'm tired of hurting,

I'm sick of the trauma.

This is exactly why I chose to go and live with mama.

Go ahead and tell me that I don't know what I'm saying.

That's all you ever do is start fighting and complaining.

You made your bed,

Now go sleep in it.

I'm not going to stand for you throwing a childish fit.

You're fucking toxic,

I resent you so much.

Go ahead and keep loving yourself more than you love us.