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Eh, bad language.

Submitted: October 23, 2012

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Submitted: October 23, 2012

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You fix what's broken
You shouldn't be afraid to be out in the open
Momma told me Daddies on my side
Shit, Daddy ain't even alive
So, I'm sitting with this empty pipe
Higher than a fucking kite
I'm already tearing at the seams
And there really isn't that much left of me
Playin' the saddest album I own, over and over
Don't understand the word closure
I'm a fucked up kid, in a fucked up world.
Psychologically, I'm a fucked up little girl.
I wanna be want you want me to be
But this shit ain't fuckin' easy
 I feel like I'm not even alive
You gotta do what you can to survive
Call me a bottom feeder, call me a bum.
It's not like I do what I do, or feel this way for fun.
You'll never understand unless you go through what I have
Been where I've been
14 years old, and paying for your sins.
I know i'm the one to blame
I can't pretend that my mother made me this way
Or my dad is the reason I'm not okay.
It's probably genetics,
Science and shit.
But hey, if i'm sad, why not get fucking lit?
I won't feel like throwing punches if i'm high.
I won't feel like causing people pain.
But... what is there to gain?
More.. More fucking pain.
Well, this rap is over.
Just like my life.
I'll see you in hell.
Now, I say goodbye.


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