I let you get your way in everything

I can't believe you said that of me. You are my dad. My one and only dad. How the hell, can you EVER say I treat you like a maid, when I'm the maid at home who works like hell for you? I clean. I wash. I do the clothes. I hang your clothes. I fold your clothes and touched your cum-stained underwear. Its gross, in case you didn't know. Even your older son agrees with whatever you say. I cook for your two sons. I wash their dishes. I help them in everything I can. When you can't spell your han yu pin ying for nuts, and chinese is a way of communication to your freaks in china, I'm there to help you, although I know what you're doing. I help you everytime your lousy secondhand computer is corrupted. Just like your head. You are corrupted. Totally corrupted. I tried my best. I can't please you, I can't please mom, I can't please Leon, I can't please Lance..What more do all of you want from me? What have I done? What did I do to make all of you climb over my head?

And everytime I hear dad talk behind my back, it hurts so much. If its a friend who said such things about me, I would be affected, but not so affected. This time its my dad. He said I treats him like a maid..A MAID. He's NO WHERE near a maid.

What kind of father are you? Oh, you just cook, you hardly wash, you make me send dinner lunch to my brothers, you scold me everytime I want to lunch out when I lunch out is because you don't cook, and you boss me around. Did I complain? Did I not do what you want me to do? When I ask for money, you give..but do you think money can actually satisfy me? I don't think you actually love me. You don't even care.
You can talk all you want alright, I'm deeply hurt, I can't believe I'm breaking down all for a bastard who hurts, who breaks, who doesn't care less about me.

Oh, I hate when you act like everything's okay when you need me.
I think I had enough. Really.

I don't wanna waste another day
I don't wanna live my life this way
I'm tired, I just wanna lie back down and