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Who the hell is he to tell me I don't deserve my kids
That they should be with him simply because they're his
Well they certainly don't deserve this
Someone who only has them for his own selfish needs and wants
Do this, do that, he barks and what not
In his delusional mind, he's never done anything wrong
The day will come when he will fall because they will overcome him and be strong
I'll see to it, as I from a distance observe
Cause then he will finally get what he truly deserves

Who the hell is she to say to me that I don't deserve the man I love
Just because she's the one whose there with him don't mean she's the one he dreams of
What does she think they're a match made from the heavens above?
This coming from someone who needed, from him before, her space
He's the only man I long to embrace
While she ran and it was him, she couldn't face
Because she claimed, she had to find her footing, and slow down the pace
However, she played him for second best; she didn't ever really want him
Yeah that's right, what she was doing was hoping to get back the guy she really wanted
The guy she had been captivated by, leaving her feeling, without that guy, daunted
She took and waved that guy in his face, yeah she flaunted
Yet I'm the one, by the memory of the man I love, left here being haunted
Damn it, I'm the one who’s taunted
Brought down to my knees
Needing so much to be held by him endlessly
However, I hold on to our moments and keep them well preserved
Cause I know he and I being together is what we both deserve

Who are you to whisper inside a scream
That I don't deserve to dream
Even if it may end up hurting me
Don't try putting in my head what I should or shouldn't believe
I'm allowed to see what I want to see
And be who I want and choose to be
I can and will do this on my own
Yet in this endeavor, I'm not alone
I have friends and family that love me no matter what
Yep without a doubt, or how deep the hole or rut
They're right there holding out their hand
Not like some people before in my past that would bury their heads in the sand
No longer do I have to be the one whose picked on or called names
No more do I have to be called last to play any of their silly games
Never again will I let anyone control me that I lose the person I became
No way will I ever again give my love, heart, or soul away in vain
Nope I won't be her not that shy girl who sat there so timid and reserved
Cause that's not at all what I deserve
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