Promise-Provide (Fuck Off Version II)

I mean, what, you provide for me?

Who told you that you had to provide for me?

I told you that I wanted to move out

You’re the one who didn’t let me out

I told you that I wanted to sing

You promised that you’d support my dreams

as long as I kept going to school

Guess what, I’m still in fucking school

You happy? ‘course not

You made a fucking promise and then fucking forgot

You can’t keep up

With my attitude, I get it

I wouldn’t put up with my attitude, I said that

I’m a bitch, but not to you, ‘cause we don’t cuss

‘Cause you’re an old guy               and you fuss

And it’s my fault that I trusted

You’d remember what you fucking           said to me

I told you I wanted to die, I couldn’t breathe

Instead of dying I started to bleed

And you’re telling me that you provide for me?

You think what I need from you is money?

Let’s talk about the money then

Let’s talk about the fucking rent

I fucking pay for all of my tuition

‘cause I’m in school

And work my ass off in the breaks

to pay for food

Oh, what, this house? This fucking house?

I tried to leave, and if I did

You’d still have to pay for the fucking house

And by the way, you’re welcome

I made it look decent so your married kids feel welcome

And you, provide, for me, you said

So now I have a roof over my head

And it keeps me from the rain

I have walls around that keeps me in this pain

So you can fucking ground me when I want to run away

So every fucking sound that I ever try to make

Is buried fucking down with the promises you break

You fucking liar!

Get the fuck out of my face

I’m not a child

You can’t treat me like your slave

What you’re providing

Is not why I fucking stayed (tried to escape)

You’re in my way

You promised to support me

Do you forget everything you say

I was broken

I hated waking every day

But you promised

To let me do things in my way

You keep getting in my way

And forgetting that I’m not, okay

I keep letting these things get to my head

And regretting not running away

And resenting you for causing all this mess

And wishing you would grow to understand

But you’re not trying and you don’t get

That I’m crying in distress

I am screaming in my bed

I keep writing what you said

Because I need it to make sense

You’re just ignoring what I need

And claim that you provide for me

Then kick me out

If you are so disgusted

You should’ve let me out

When I wanted

I don’t want this

I hate this fighting over space

You keep spitting in my face

With these words, you really mean that

All my worth, is just to slick back

All this dirt, away from you

King and your prince

I never said I wanted this

Now you’re treating me like shit

Because I’m lazy?

How do you forget that you’re the one that made me

Live in your house

I followed your rules

I wanted out

But I listened to you

So don’t tell me, that you provide

When I was already done with my life

You’re the one who was asking me not to die

You don’t get to ask for more

You broke the promises you made before

This is not that big a price. Fuck off.

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