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Today I Had Such A Hard Time
School Was Too Much For My Mind
Tears Filled My Eyes
But I Wouldn't Let Anyone Hear My Cries
Additude Was Written All Over Me
Like Grafiti On The Window Sill That You Sometimes See
My Hands Shoved In The Pockets Of My Jeans
A Problem Child At Only Fifteen
Runaway Two Nights Before
Hate My Momma So Much I Just Walked Out That Door
Came'on Back 'Cause I Got No Where Else To Go
A Slap On The Face Is All That I Got To Show
Screaming At Eachother, Saying We Hate Eachother So Much
I Tell Her Imma Leave Again, If One Hair On My Head She Decides To Touch
Daddy Aint Home, He Left For A Few Days
Leaving My Sanity In A Fragile Haze
Sentenced To My Room, To Sit There And Die
All Day Long I Have To Hide
Wrote My Friends Name In Sharpie On My Skin
To Keep Away The Cuts That Would Have Been
No Drugs Are Around Me, Thats A Relieve
It Makes My Goals Of Soberness, Easier To Achieve
Momma Leaves For Work, That Makes Me So Glad
It Makes It Easier To Calm Down And Not Be Mad
Daddy Comes Home, At Twelve O'Clock Midnight
It Seems That Him And The Woman He Loves Had Another Fight
No, Daddy Isn't Cheating, She Doesnt Feel The Same Way
Now They're Just Friends, And Thats All That They Will Stay
Daddy Is Mad, Someone Got On His Bad Side
My Mind Flashes Back To The Night Of Our 'Great Divide'
Tears Start Streaming, My Hands Start To Shake
I Wont Let Him Know That Im Scared, Even If I Have To Fake
This Dark Man In Daddy, Taught Me Street
Things To Remember, In The Battle Heat
I Will Not Be Afraid
That Weakness Cant Be Displayed
I Will Not Hide
I Must Have More Pride
I Will Not Ever Cry
That Rule I Must Abide
I Will Not Cower
Unless I Want To Be Devoured
I Will Not Be Weak
Unless I Want To Be Beat
That Man That Scares Me And Is Full Of Deciet
Taught Me That Those Are The Rules Of The Street
I Went To Sleep
And Didn't Weep
Woke Up Late
Still Hurt And Full Of Hate
Made Up My Mind
I'll Be Living At Hersey, Next Year This Time
Just To Get Away
Away Before I Decay
Before I Die
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