Blame your drug habit on your mother No, your mother was not on crack When you slept in her womb Blame your drinking problem on your father So he never played catch with you Neither did mine Blame your cutting problem on your school Too much stress drives the mind crazy Blame everything on God if you'd like Somethings you can control Get off your ass and admit It was your own fault
Reason for writing:
I don't mean this in a mean way. I hear a lot of people bitching about their lives and I fit into this category.
Changing for the better isn't always easy but it is better than complaining. Something to think about.
Birth sign: Libra
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