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Is There Still Good In You
You beat me down, Told me not to cry, Not to show weakness. You showed me no sign, Of ever loving me, Showing no sympathy. You hit me down again, and just my luck, You didn't give a crap, But I still believed there was good in you. I let you hit me, Thinking it was alright. You told me not to cry, And to hold it all inside, But I let a tear fall, And then you saw, Now I fell with it. But I still believed there was good in you. Days grew longer, As life got shorter. I may have only been eight, But I still had a great ache. I didn't understand what was happening, Why did I keep ending up in the clinic, With scars on my wrists? Because you hadn't loved me enough. You crushed my spirits, And put a hole in my heart. There is no good in you. I don't know what my father saw in you. Now I'm stuck with a twisted mind, And can't make sense of any kind. I cannot find, Who I really am, Because you never gave a damn. So now you see, How I have come to be. Just a lost puppy, This is me.
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