| Father worked nights, mother all day
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| There were no gripes, we would all pray
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| We were close knit, it was so strict
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| Well in most folks, that was OK
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| I was so young, pre-first grade
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| Them condone me alone, it was no way
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| But when it overlapped, it left an open gap
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| Call a babysitter, time to go play
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| And she was young too, and it was fun too
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| Get away from her home, so she would come through
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| Our to a neighbors house, they had the favorite couch
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| That everybody loved, and we would run to
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| But it was uncool, what we would succumb to
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| The shit we did see, becoming numb to
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| This wasn’t untrue, what no-one knew
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| The shit that she would do to me, nothing else could undo
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| Young and unaware, dealing with the strain
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| There’s no reason to lie, cause there’s nothing to gain
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| She told me «strip down, no need to feel ashamed'
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| She brought another child, she said «let's play a game.»
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| My stomach’s in a twist, what you expect shit
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| I’m barely 5 or 6, I don’t know what sex is
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| I’m giving y’all the truth so I can set it right
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| This is the hardest song I had to ever write
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| All that lays, locked in me
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| Wasn’t mine to hold on to (The hardest song I could ever write)
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| And though it plagues, a part of me
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| Don’t want to leave but I got to (The hardest song I could ever write)
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| And the memory I suppressed it, depression is what’s
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| Pressing that’s what the stress did
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| I pushed away any woman I could connect with
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| That’s the shit you do when you deal with being molested
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| Infested with impatience I started aching
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| Hatred and deep guilt was the deadliest combination
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| Am I scarred, am I flawed, am I gay then?
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| I’ve always loved women, that can’t be the explanation
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| How do I take the rage, bury it deep inside
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| Cover it with a smile, but eventually it will rise
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| Eventually it will tie, a knot in your soul and boast
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| Then you just end up hurting the people you love the most
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| Fuck it I’ll let it fly, nothing to set aside
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| It’s nothing for me to lose, I’m already dead inside
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| Already said my peace a piece of me fled in spite
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| Let’s set it right this the hardest shit I’m a ever write
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| All that lays, locked in me
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| Wasn’t mine to hold on to (The hardest song I could ever write)
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| And though it plagues, a part of me
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| Don’t want to leave but I got to (The hardest song I could ever write)
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| We are the victim of school teachers and cool preachers
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| Youth coaches and catholic priest that do breach us
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| And violated our innocence from within
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| Now that I’m grown I know that it prolly happened to them
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| A cycle of sickness where the only eyewitness
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| Is so terrified they rather lie than admit this
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| Or rather omit this, and deal with the strain too
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| But your never truly free until you put this in plain view
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| And I know it’s like the hardest thing in the world to do
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| But if you don’t then the person who did it controls you, and owns you
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| But I got my chance to set it right
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| This the hardest song I could ever write
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| All that lays, locked in me
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| Wasn’t mine to hold on to (The hardest song I could ever write)
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| And though it plagues, a part of me
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| Don’t want to leave but I got to (The hardest song I could ever write) |