I hate you
I hate you
I wish God never made you
I wish He would just take you
Make you leave me alone!
But he keeps on hittin
My face in the kitchen
Both lips split, blood spittin
I’m telling Mom when she gets home
But Moms high and Dads gone
And who knows what you’re on
And they tell me “be strong”
But no ones sayin how
When my brother likes to punch me
Grandpa likes to touch me
And my Mommas a junkie
Someone please help me
Now…
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