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My mother didn't like me much
And one day I got sick.
I was going to die they said,
Unless I cost a fortune.
So I was on the machines,
Draining the family savings;
Of course I felt bad.
But my mother glared at me.
I just want to live.
I really want to grow up.
I hope my girlfriend will wait for me.
I hope my mom doesn't hate me.
But she probably does.
It's just me and her in the room now.
I'm apologizing for all I've done.
She looks at me and says;
“Shut up, and go to sleep.”
And she presses a pillow over my head.
I'm too weak to fight it.
Too sick to push her off.
I don't wanna die.
I don't want to die.