Alcoholics

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Always, It's a shame when you come home, mother
Like I should, I hate when you yell at me
Could you be a good mom for once, could we care for one another?
Oh but you refuse, you must hate me
How I wish alway I had different parents
Only thing I've ever wanted was someone to care, everyone likes praise
Lies, I only expect them now cuz i'm transparent
If you stopped drinking and tried to improve maybe i'd stop counting the days
Counting the days till i'm free, till I can move out
Such is the way with all your children, we all long to escape

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