| Your life…
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| You tried to word with poetic phrases but pronounced with decaying tongues…
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| If anything you’re a first class failure… But after all, I am your son
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| No, I will not live my life through yours. |
| I will not see through those eyes
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| Everything I’ve heard from your lies reeks of rigor mortis
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| Stricken
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| Demoralized…
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| Accentuated songs from your preaching choir days…
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| How much left do you have to fucking say?
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| You are the father, I am the son
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| Leave me nothing more, I am fucking done
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| YOU WERE NEVER THERE, I AM FUCKING DONE
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| Walk away… Never man enough to say this is real. |
| You were wrong
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| Emaciated times I need you more than ever
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| When it’s time to die, me and you will be together
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| Let’s go. |
| Whose to know?
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| Hand in hand we will find a way to make it through another day…
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| Another day is another chance to reclaim my place in your heart
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| Like father like son
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| This is it. |
| You’re the only one
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| Fuck You. |
| I’m the only one true
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| Help me up… Live long demoralizer |