Too much of a burden screechin
Your ears so used to bleeding screamin
You'd think almost a year
Its enough to hear
Enough
Is more than enough
The disrespect
Yet you keep going on about other peoples children well if yours are so perfect yet you say they are not and your the perfect mom implied who stole their respect
No she's a bad mom, no its them, ahem i think its you
Everytime people say anything you jump like a kangaroo
No the nightmare the trauma
So how are they supposed to learn its wrong coz they aint learning anything your way and you make it out that your calmer
Well i see you lose it
Not just a little bit
So its proof
Stop Implying your so perfect little miss kabulby under her little lonely roof
Think of why the walls don't wanna talk back to you
In your head you need this sewn through