| 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 |