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Born April 19th 1979 |
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Blue collar working class |
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Poverty bound |
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Depressions grasp |
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Ate away at the family core |
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Self-destructive paths |
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Lead to inner war |
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All I could do |
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Was watch through the eyes of a child |
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Lonely and confused |
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Somewhere else when I needed you the most |
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Always out of your mind |
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You were a ghost |
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I wasn't there |
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On the day that I died |
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I was somewhere else |
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Trying to hide |
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I don't forgive you |
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And I never will |
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You saw yourself when you looked at me |
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That's why you shut me out |
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Self-hatred of which you are devout |
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I was the itch that you could not reach |
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The infected wound that you refused to treat |
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I'll tell you this for nothing |
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I don't forgive you and I never will |
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More time for strangers |
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Than you had for your own sons |
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I lived in fear of you for years |
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The things you did haunt me still |
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It's funny how the tables turn |
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You need me but still it burn |
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Deep down within my soul |
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Were you unaware or did you know? |
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You will be held accountable |
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No love means no respect |
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I wonder sometimes, what did you expect of me? |
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You get back what you put in |
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In your case, not a fucking thing |
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You get no credit for a single thing |
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I've achieved this far |
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I did this all without your help |
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I stand tall with my self-respect |
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What of you have? |
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Answer me |
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What do you have? |
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Nothing but me |
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I guess I wouldn't be the man who |
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I am today |
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If it wasn't for you |
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And your pathetic games |
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You made me realize |
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From day one, I was not welcome |
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An inconvenience |
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That you called your son |