You told me that I’d just give up

You told me I would fail

You thought I wasn’t good enough

I thought that you’d just bail

You told me that I was a mistake

I told you, you were too

You said you loved me years ago

Which part of thinks is true

You were born like me

Screwed up pretty good

Because your mom and dad

Couldn’t do the things you should

At least dad kinda cares about me

I’m leaving you, not to sad

I don’t really care what you have to say

I’m way past mad

I’m going to live with my dad

Just two cities’ away

If you ever decide to grow up

I’ll come back to stay