Disowned
What else is there left to say
Now that I’ve been disowned?
I can no longer call you my mother
Since this is no longer my home
Why do I stick around
And endure all of this pain?
Because my friends are my only family
That manages to keep me sane
They are the only people I can talk to
They’re the only ones that know the real me
They’re the only ones that see the good
That you’re too stubborn to see
6 months will come and go
and I’ll finally be free
I’ll be the one to decide
How much good there is in me
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