My parents asked my why i was depressed.
i told them it was because they turned me into a mess.
i guess it's from all this stress.
the stress of having to impress.
the stress of having success.
i always hated having to say yes.
yes to progress and and having to wear that ugly dress.
you could say i love the word no.
no means never having to sink so low
and no means not being a hoe
no means never having to be alone.
i will never have to be on my own.
i love having people there for me
they'll agree with me
i am the happiest person they're could be
untill' my parents come around
they want me to drown.
with them, i can't make one sound.
they're the reason why i have a frown.
take them away ?
please, i can not stay
.they're the reason why I'm not okay.