Southside Boyy

Burn

Just Sitting On The Front Steps Of My Mom's House, Thinking How Easy It Would Be To Burn This Place Down...

I Hated This House, Hated The Memories Of My Childhood, Hated The Fact That This House Reminded Me Of Our "Perfect" Family.

I Was Only 13 At The Time, Thinking How Easy It Would Be To Go Get Gas And A Match And Light This Place Up.

Thinking Turned A Turn For The Worse When My Mom Came Out Of The House.

She Sat Down Beside Me, Taking Out A Cigarette And Lighting It Up.

She Breathed In The Smoke And Breathed It Out As She Looked At Me Smiling.

I Didn't Want To Talk To Her After What Happened Last Night, I Couldn't Take My Mind Of It.

I Couldn't Bare To Look At Her, She Scoffed And Got Up And I Was Again Alone...

Just Wish My Life Was A Lil Better, Because All She Does Is Drink And Do Drugs, Arent Mom's Suppose To Take Care Of U!
Not Do Drugs And Shit.

I Got Out Of My Thoughts When My Phone Rang, I Looked At It And Ignored It..... I Was In No Mood To Talk To My Friend...