It was easy before you needed our help
It gets hard financially now
You're going to be gone
And we're going to lose everything
Then be homeless
Because we or I helped you
Why would I keep helping you if I'm going to end up homeless
I ask you to stop asking me for help
You say I am your only option and keep asking
It's driving me crazy I can't take care of myself because you need me to help you so bad
Since I am helping you can you do a few things different so we can at least get along
Spitting, hawking, pissing, half way closing then slamming the door, slamming the toilet lid,
Can you go outside
Can you spit quietly
All with no as the answer and throwing a fit
So I lost my goddamn mind and fought for my defense
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