5PM, how late I’m allowed out,

When I live with my birthgiver.

It’s not like I’m getting my lights punched out

Or drinking away my liver.

I just like to sit in a van with some guys,

And maybe dabble in some things.

Oh how the what’s, how’s, and why’s

Disappear when I have my wings.

She won’t let me buy a razor or products for the monthly lady,

So I steal, because a rule doesn’t deny a need,

Even emotions are a maybe,

And that’s why I like weed.

I resent her a lot,

I want to stay out after school,

But half the time, a strict mom I’ve got,

And freedom is only for the cool.

I don’t even get out of school until three,

I deserve a little freedom! I’m not allowed a car,

I’m not even allowed to open a window,

She makes me sleep with all the lights on, no wonder I have chronic insomnia!