I may sleep the day away
getting lost in dreams
about a different place
full of brights colors.
where life is perfect
and not a tear is shed.
I may stay in bed
until I feel is right
after working a long week,
making money for myself,
because you, yourself,
can't hold a job
so I at 19, must live
only for myself.
so you get up
after drinking all week
and do a little work
and then go out and drink again.
I do a favor for you,
and you once again
turn into my father
and just talk nonsence.
I not wanting
to be around a person like that
just sit in my room and listen,
to you...talking about me.
I may not be the person
you want me to be
and I may not do
the things you want me to do
but at least I am trying in life
and at least
I'm not going to turn out
to be anything like you.