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I need a way out, i feel like i'm losing it,
when it comes to sons or trash the latter is what you're choosing if,
you could care less about us, let us go, damn,
compared to my father i'm already a better man,

i won't sit around when there's shit to do,
won't just waste away like you always do,
it pains me to be true but i'm changing cause of you,
used to be nice now i just want nothing to do,

with anyone or anything, hide emotions behind my shirt,
gotta find a way out, this just won't work,
how am i supposed to go back to college,
to gain knowledge when i don't want to come home to this,

i need a way out, i've lost control,
anything i love isn't within my hold,
tired of trying, all you do is shout,
sincerely your ex son, i need a way out.