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Living life.
Don't you cry.
My life.
Pain is god.
Many nights.
Painful thoughts occur.
Yell at me.
Again i'm wrong.

In denial.
Tried to be your friend.
I tried to be a good boy.
All i see.
A hate deep inside.
Startle me.
Someone save me.

Now these memories.
Still i hide.
They bury me.

All i wanna do (You are not my real mother).
Is kill you (I'd beat, and stab, and fuck her).
All i wanna do (You are not my real mother).
Is kill you (I'd beat, and stab, and fuck her).
All i wanna do (You are not my real mother).
Is kill you (I'd beat, and stab, and fuck her).
All i wanna do (You are not my real mother).
Is kill you (I'd beat, and stab, and fuck her).

Looking back.
I was never ever right.
You were my step-mom.
Who always wanted me out of your sight.
I would come walkin' in and i'd say HELLO!
But you'd slap me.
And you'd make some fucked up comment about my clothes.
But i try to let it pass.
But the pictures in my head.
Were with you.
With a knife.
Up your ass.
Playing dead.
So i pop some more caps.
In your ass.
Now your son is not so fun,
Motherfuckin' bitch.
Never tried to play me.

You made me life.
Not so......

All i wanna do.
Is kill you.
All i wanna do.
Is kill you.
All i wanna do (You are not my real mother).
Is kill you (I'd beat, and stab, and fuck her).
All i wanna do (You are not my real mother).
Is kill YOU! (I'd beat, and stab, and fuck her)!!!!

Wish!!!
You!!!
Were dead!!!!
Now!!!

How can i cry over someone i never loved?
How can iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cry over someone i never loved?
Never.....loved.

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