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It is what it is
I keep trying to push you away, but its like you refuse to let me
I wish that I could disappear and you would just forget me
You know...like I never existed
Wish I could block you like a call that's restricted
And I love my son, but I wish he wasn't yours
Your anger and violence flows from his pores
And I am so terrified that he
Will grow up to raise his hands at me
It really is a sad situation
Having to beg you to be a father to your son
And now I'm just angry and fed up
At times, its so hard for me to keep my head up
I just feel so ashamed
Guilty for all the times I allowed you to call me out my name
Embarrassed from all the bruises and scars
Prayin and cryin for a better tomorrow
But I guess it is what it is
I just hate that it all had to come to this
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