Mom, being your friend isn't working, it's not working
I can pretend, but it doesn't work, it doesn't work
For how much longer
Are you going to put up with that jerk?

Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him
I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you, I want to be him

Why are you still with that jerk?
He's not your owner, he shouldn't command you
You're still there because of that reflection
But your ass was too big for him
He's a boy, not a man
That smile hides a tear
Because he will be the one who breaks the plates
But I'm the one who responds to you
And I'm not a thug like before
But if he gets tough, he'll have to deal with it
And if he tries to control you again
I'll hit the streets with a gun

For how much longer
Are you going to put up with that jerk?

Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him
I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you, I want to be him
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him
I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you, I want to be him

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