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"I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip"
Never before have words been so true
The lyrics above describe what iv been through 
I guess it's happiness I should pursue

"Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try and tell me what to say"
The haters will take that all the wrong way
I'm finding my voice, my truth you don't own
But my sadness won't break her heart of stone 

"God keep my head above water"
They shouldn't let me drown I am their daughter 
But being bonded by blood just isn't enough
The conversations coming will be tough

"I fell in love with the devil, and now I'm in trouble"
Turn the "I" to a "she" and the above is so true 
The sins of her past have come back to haunt her
A relationship dead-mother and daughter 

"Why do you have to go and make things so complicated"
The way they both act does make me frustrated!
No matter what I say, no matter what I do
They will never see the problem lies with them two

"I don't know who you are but Im with you"
My depression takes hold, the feeling not new
Heaven and hell, sadness or fight?
My mum or dad which one is right?

"All this time you were pretending, So much for my happy ending"
Narcissistic tendancies they both keep defending 
They hate one another yet their both the same
Is it any wonder I feel insane?

What iv described above are lyrics to songs 
I can't keep pretending, it's gone on too long 
Anything I do I can't stop thinking 
When will my heart please stop breaking?

Nothing I say will ever make them see
With what they've both done they'll still disagree 
I share their genes, am I like them?
Maybe I'll know when I see them again

"Girlfriend" or "sk8ter boi" it doesn't matter
Whatever's playing my heart still in shatters
Two teenagers made a mistake long ago
Their daughter now broken- yet they don't know

If I rang them today they wouldn't care
Its a shame their genes I have to share 
Cold hearted people, stone cold to the bone
The sins of my father left to me to atone 

Maybe this is how it was all written for me
My fate not my own because my father was "mean"
I'll pick up the pieces, move on with my life
I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing my strife

"Isn't anyone trying to find me, won't someone take me home"
My pain to them will never be shown 
"Take me by the hand, take me somewhere new"
I'm better off alone, my life you don't own
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