Mom, you can either love me or hate me
But realize that I am what you made me
Maybe YOU weren’t ready to raise me
You let me do whatever whenever I pleased
Hell, I had a better parent in Big Q-beez
It took you eleven years to see all of my damage
Now I’m a lazy boy, at best just another average
You constantly tell me “Keith, I won’t have this”
It’s too late for any change, you can’t work magic
Sorry if this hurts mommy, I’m just being honest
But you’re a lot like me, all talk with no promise
I have no remorse left in me, my life is absurd
I just want you to know how I felt, afraid and hurt
My former failings thrown right back into my face
The more times I hear it, the more I believe I’m a waste
All I see is that Erin is a success, and I’m the disgrace
And on March 15th,17 years of pain will be instantly erased
I plan to leave home, because home to me is a hellish place

 
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