How unfortunate yet fortunate.

Every piece you play
Zips me closer to shut
Each door at your nose
I only want to break you in half
With no intentions to teach you
Lessons are better left learnt on your
Own, disown
I don’t fucking care
I learnt too much as a child
You forget more as an adult
I only got stuck with you
So I could be better at that
Parent thing.

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