Rendering the pain of others is the hardest thing to do.
When they give apart of their troubles about their own dear mothers
What do they expect us do

My mom holds my head tells me I’m only a teenager there’s not much I can do
But the acid tear drops 
That roll down my cheek like rainfall in the hills of Californian tell me different 
It’s telling me to get up 
Try to understand and give a fuck 
But you already dimisssd her trials and tribulations without noticing 
So when you try to open up the chest that was once closed 
The emotions fling out at you 
Take a chunk of your heart 
Make bad of you 
You become bitter just like her 
But why blame me that’s the way they were raised. 
Can’t help the ethics behind the madness