You talk
About
Driving into
a lake
and
drowning
You talk
About
Moving away
Again
I'm your daughter, but yet
you still tell me
everything that's bad in this world.
You tell me that you don't want me to be like you.
You talk
About
How messed up your past was
How messed up the present is
You tell me
I'm on my phone too much
You tell me
My sexuality is just
A faze
You tell me
I don't do something
if it doesn't effect me
You tell me
Things that aren't true
But
You still tell me
And
Talk about it
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