I believe in you
But I don’t trust you.
Coz some shit shady to me
If we were made from you
We got our best sides from you
Then we also got our worst from you too
Which means I can’t trust you
Coz nobody ever talks about that.
What exactly is the point?
What is your fucking plan?
And why the fuck?
You let daddy almost die
So you could save him and be the bigger man
You took all our money
So you could give us change and we’d be grateful
You took away our house
So you could give us the safest bridge
And we’d say thank you
Then you gave us this life
Something we neither want nor need.
You say be grateful for life
But I didn’t fucking ask for it
I didn’t fucking ask for it
Nobody asked my opinion on whether I wanted to be born
Honestly the luckiest are the the sperm that didn’t reach the egg
You literally handpicked me, without my consent, and brought me to Earth
Then you let me suffer so that I’ll forever be in your debt.
It was your fucking choice to make us
Your fucking choice to bring us here
Your fucking choice to leave us here
Yet you expect constant gratitude
When you didn’t give us a choice.
And now you won’t let us call it quits
When we’re tired
When we’re broken
I didn’t fucking ask for this
He didn’t fucking ask for this
She didn’t fucking ask for this
We didn’t fucking ask for this
We weren’t given a choice
But we’re expected to be grateful
For a gift I didn’t want?
Give me the shit I need
And maybe it’d make more sense.