Lyric discussion by mouseman77 

It makes me think of how my parents mistreated me as a kid, but stopped once I learned to stand up to them. Now they buy me anything I want pretending like we get along. I spend all the money on drugs to hide from my anger, but it's not solving anything. In fact, even the handouts upset me now. I want off drugs, but what will happen when I no longer want anything they own? Will there be enough stones to throw?

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