Why does it matter to you why does it matter what I do you tell me I'm lazy I don't do anything are you both crazy one bad day makes me lazy you don't care about how I feel as long as I do as you say it'll all be fine you expect to wine and dine but not me I do as you say but you still scream can you not hear what I'm saying I scream for a break but you hear nothing but disrespect but what do you expect from a teenage punk it's like your death and blind you can't see the tears In my eyes or the look on my worn down face thanks so much
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Bad day
PoetryEver have a bad day and your parents just ride you on top of that this is what I think of that
