His mother struggles everyday
To watch him throw his life away
Beautiful boy, now gone astray
Says he don’t need her help
Don’t you tell me what to do
I’ll do whatever I want to
Just back off you ain’t got a clue
And I don’t want your help
Oh, can I sleep here again tonight?
And then I’ll get out of your sight
And you can lend me money… right?
Well, that’s if you wanna help
Cos you don’t matter anymore
As long as I can go and score
You can give it all and I’ll still want more
So there’s no point to your help
What? Do you think this is fun?
Look what you’re doing to your mum
You keep this up then we are done
Unless you get some help
Listen Dad, it’s a disease
And while it never lets me sleep
Just one more hit…
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