| And I asked you to be a symbol of the strength that was once given
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| Yet you mocked me
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| Oh, the mockery
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| And I place so much confidence in the lessons I swear you taught me
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| Yet you mock me
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| Oh, the mockery
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| You taunt me about glory days
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| You say my best is yet behind me
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| You just bring up old stuff; |
| our relationship is so unhealthy
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| So codependent, you cut me
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| Down
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| You blame me, I blame me
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| And I’m a man and I won’t crack and I won’t show emotions right
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| I do just like my daddy did and his did
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| I bury you
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| I build me a mausoleum with a storage unit attached to it just for you
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| And I’ve grown so very weary at failing to make you stay there
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| I hate it when you show up at my functions; |
| you’re so pompous
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| And without an ounce of shame, you almost ruined my marriage
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| You mocked me
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| Oh, the humanity
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| And I try to upgrade the way I speak and raise my daughter
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| But every time I open my mouth, all I hear is my father
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| And the same foolish pride and pitfalls that he installed
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| Leap through my pores like, «Poor me», so annoying
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| And I place so much faith in you, but you let me down
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| I see my own eyes in my eight-year-old when I correct her
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| Why won’t you go away?
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| You smirk as you chase me
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| You a coy Helen of Troy that toys with emotions
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| And feeble-brained boys like me fall for it every time
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| You mock me
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| And I’ll probably do my best to convince you that I’m the victim
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| And you just don’t believe me
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| You insist you are me
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| And I’ve ran and I’ve ran, yet your stride is identical
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| Every step I took, your foot fit right in it
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| Why can’t I shake you?
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| I just can’t shake you
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| You are my past
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| Why won’t you stay there?
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| You that pain that guides us
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| Strings that tie us
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| That coincidence that proves to us God’s existence
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| The joy I misplaced
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| Beautiful mistakes
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| A scarlet thread
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| My crimson cord |