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Wasting his days and his nights |
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Nothing's changed |
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Nothing's right |
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He has no sense of pride |
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Sees no respect in his parents eyes |
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And why should he care? |
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No one ever cared for him? |
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Wasting her nights and days |
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Sixteen with a child |
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God wouldn't have it any other way |
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And then they told her of shame |
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And that impurity made her bed |
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No fuckin' CHOICE |
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She took two lives instead |
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All these worthless nights |
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All these wasted days |
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Down the path I follow you |
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Because who am I? |
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Denial |
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I still care |
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But it's my life in despair |
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Laughing harder |
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In self-concious |
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I've played my last solitaire |
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That shirt's too tight to wear |
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Wasting my days nad nights |
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Nothings changed |
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Nothings right |
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I know I'm not exactly |
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The parents guide to living |
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But it's the road less traveled |
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In this world so unforgiving |
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And I've lost count of score |