Maybe.
I could cry for hundreds of years,
Shed millions of tears,
Ease my pain by chugging beers
But I chose another path
A way to ease your wrath
I went ahead and did the math
I put two and two together
And learned to do whatever
Just to be happy forever
With or without your abuse
Without deadly drug use
I solemnly refuse
To let you break me
If that means you hate me
Then don’t take me
I know this isn’t love
You're no angel from above
No beautiful white dove
You’re a creature
With abused features
You need a preacher
To take you to the light
And then you might
Not always start a fight
And things will be alright.
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