Addictive Parenting - Better Days At 40
Dirty dollar bills grip my lonely nights
Screaming silence prepare me to be raped
I am yours, young victims, your children
Weeping, thus feel nothing, ripping pain
Penetrateing will, remove my safety belt
And throw me, your used jacket, off away
For I am no man, am no woman I am no-one
I search your wallet while you're asleep
Same ol' story No money a fat 8-ball bag
I'll starve. I have no use for your drug
Too many nights wasted spiting out blood
Lonesome phone's sweet silence by candle
Mine and my mistake confining this night
Oh by choice why didn't I learn from you
I watch you leaveing me, this time again
I sell what was yours for a bit of bread
Pace the floor, feel older than my youth
Strike hard the match burning away bills
"I am salvations" temptations all around
Feeling nothing, breathing in your death
Being a parent is being used, being loved, struggling. Life and how it feels is classless in a child’s eyes. Rearing is the rape of being abused by a rat-race public or by a self-centered loved one, worse; by a child. Young and old, we feel dead at times. And, at times, we are.
So apparently some sites don't allow certain words so there has to be some altering: On that note here's what it became:
Addictive Parenting
Dedication:
Rearing is abuse, feeling dead at times, being classless. To parents:
Dirty dollar bills grip my lonely nights
Screaming silence prepares me to be used
I am yours, young victims, your students
Weeping, thus feel nothing, ripping pain
Penetrate my will, remove my safety belt
And throw me, your used jacket, off away
For I am no man, am no woman I am no-one
I search your wallet while you're asleep
Same ol' story; No money 3.8 bag of crak
I'll starve. I have no use for your cure
Too many nights wasted spiting out humor
Lonesome phone's sweet silence by candle
Mine and my mistake confining this night
Oh by choice why didn't I learn from you
So I watch you leaving me time and again
I sell what was yours for a bit of bread
Pace the floor, feel older than my youth
Strike hard the match burning away bills
"I am salvations" temptations all around
Feel nothing, and breath in sweet demise
Screaming silence prepare me to be raped
I am yours, young victims, your children
Weeping, thus feel nothing, ripping pain
Penetrateing will, remove my safety belt
And throw me, your used jacket, off away
For I am no man, am no woman I am no-one
I search your wallet while you're asleep
Same ol' story No money a fat 8-ball bag
I'll starve. I have no use for your drug
Too many nights wasted spiting out blood
Lonesome phone's sweet silence by candle
Mine and my mistake confining this night
Oh by choice why didn't I learn from you
I watch you leaveing me, this time again
I sell what was yours for a bit of bread
Pace the floor, feel older than my youth
Strike hard the match burning away bills
"I am salvations" temptations all around
Feeling nothing, breathing in your death
Being a parent is being used, being loved, struggling. Life and how it feels is classless in a child’s eyes. Rearing is the rape of being abused by a rat-race public or by a self-centered loved one, worse; by a child. Young and old, we feel dead at times. And, at times, we are.
So apparently some sites don't allow certain words so there has to be some altering: On that note here's what it became:
Addictive Parenting
Dedication:
Rearing is abuse, feeling dead at times, being classless. To parents:
Dirty dollar bills grip my lonely nights
Screaming silence prepares me to be used
I am yours, young victims, your students
Weeping, thus feel nothing, ripping pain
Penetrate my will, remove my safety belt
And throw me, your used jacket, off away
For I am no man, am no woman I am no-one
I search your wallet while you're asleep
Same ol' story; No money 3.8 bag of crak
I'll starve. I have no use for your cure
Too many nights wasted spiting out humor
Lonesome phone's sweet silence by candle
Mine and my mistake confining this night
Oh by choice why didn't I learn from you
So I watch you leaving me time and again
I sell what was yours for a bit of bread
Pace the floor, feel older than my youth
Strike hard the match burning away bills
"I am salvations" temptations all around
Feel nothing, and breath in sweet demise
posted by Shannon Hollender @ 10:18 AM
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