Poisonous arrow.

My mom likes to mold me to fit in when I'm never really gonna be normal... Sorry so just continue smoking and thinking of hold to make me perfect.

What are you thinking of,

As you take your next drag?

Are your contemplation's manipulating into words

and whats new in murderous society s

based on a snobs reality

Your bitching about my concerns

whereas I don't really mind em'

So mam please back down,

because- your words are pointless;

 to I'm never gonna hear them

It's just the bounce effect from my mind to my heart

Taking the poisonous arrow spitted from your words

that have a slim shot to a bulls-eye from the long range dart

So, as you light your next drag,

lower the arrow- I 'm never gonna hear em'.