| Yeah
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| Ay
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| Her momma was a addict
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| Daddy was the loser type
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| She was still illuminscent
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| Baby girl was super bright
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| But one day her flesh and blood got too aggressive
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| And molested her
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| To cope with the depression
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| Started tootin' white
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| Poppin pills with a eating disorder
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| Got super light
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| Sick huggin a toilet all through the night
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| Went from being as timid as a bird that was new to flight
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| To showing too much cleavage
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| With dresses that’s super tight
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| Sexually confused almost turned into a dike
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| But being a lesbian was too much
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| Man she knew that wasn’t right
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| Started partying and hangin with dancers
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| Taking dangerous chances
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| Looking to Bacardi for answers to soothe her plight
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| She feels abandoned and she’s wanting a man
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| But her daddy ain’t never set a good standard
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| To choose 'em right
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| Yeah
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| So she gets with the scandalous abusive type that go wild
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| And treat her as vile as a sewer pipe, yeah
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| She keeps praying prince charming will come
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| So she don’t have to fear the things that he is guarding her from
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| But she don’t realize her heart has become hardened and numb
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| And how a weed could choke the life out of a garden this young
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| Ha, in steps the king weary from battle
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| Who does his best
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| To make sure his love is much more than babble
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| But he is wounded from war
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| And she has wounds from before
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| So they’re gardens without bloom or a spore
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| Uh
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| And she don’t understand how valuable she is
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| Spent so much time wanting to die she won’t allow herself to live
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| And he tried to fill her up but was left with a open space
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| He spilled love into her cup but I guess it’s a broken vase
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| And I know she tried to love the king the best that she can
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| But it seems she can trust anything unless it’s a man
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| And he tried to be her savior but all she needs is Jesus
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| Cuz her heart is now a jigsaw with all these missing pieces
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| Life is like a bed of wilted roses
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| With no petals on the vine
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| And the heart’s an open wound that never closes
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| And it hardens over time
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| Life is like a bed of wilted roses
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| With no petals on the vine
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| And the heart’s an open wound that never closes
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| And it hardens over time
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| Lil dad grew up in the pad without a pops
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| Get mad sad start the crying momma tell him stop
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| Being bad as he would watch
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| Another man come to the spot
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| Leave a hour on the dot
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| Didn’t understand she’s on the clock
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| Listen
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| Now he’s older with a selfish scheme
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| Looking for a woman with no self esteem
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| Easier to sell a dream
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| Never knew the hell he’d bring
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| Just a thug
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| But inside he wants love
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| He’s a helpless fiend
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| He found his own co dependently dimension mom
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| She’d break down he ask her what you need attention for
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| Then he told her don’t make a sound
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| Beat her with extension cords
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| Shakin' like she cold
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| Screamin wishin someone sent the law
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| Cried herself to sleep
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| He wondered what it be like
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| If he was a husband and she was a wife
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| But he never knew that life
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| Someone told him bout Christ
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| If he gave him all he had left he would make it right
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| Started feelin' strange
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| Hit his knees screamin' Jesus name
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| Please heal this pain yes
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| And take this heart of shame
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| One hundred need change
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| No more evil games
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| I don’t want to die in hell and fry in flames
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| Life is like a bed of wilted roses
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| With no petals on the vine
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| And the heart’s an open wound that never closes
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| And it hardens over time
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| Life is like a bed of wilted roses
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| With no petals on the vine
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| And the heart’s an open wound that never closes
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| And it hardens over time |