And you wonder?

And you wonder?

You wonder why I did meth?
Maybe it was all the fucking stress,
You never say anything fucking nice,
It's like you stab and just twist the knife.
You wonder why I smoke?
Maybe it's to get a few minutes alone.
Nothing I do, is ever fucking good enough for you.
2am and you come out bitching,
Because I was trying to help my sister so you could keep sleeping,
But no I talked to loud and woke you up?
Can't wait to leave so you can test your luck!
I bet then you'll realize all that I do.
Cleaning the house, while you lay around in your room.
Maybe for once you can say "hey how was your day"
Instead it seems like you regret that I was ever even made.
So maybe one day I'll get up the courage to say "please fuck off because this isn't the life that I made"
You just wait till the day I'm gone.
Cause I'm just waiting for the announcer to say my plane is now boarding.
So I can put you in my rear view mirror.