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Thanks For the Memories

I try so hard to keep my eyes open. Try so hard not to see the past, What you did to me, Turning back into the helpless child looking for mommy or daddy. You tell me I was wrong, you must punish me, I cry, It hurts, what did I do? You don't know how to answer, only what to do. Now I have nightmares and in the darkness I see the damage you have done, Do you know how long it took to fix my mind from all the damage you brought on? Did you have kids of your own? Did you touch them too? Have you died yet, are you burning in the hell you put me through? If only there was a way for me to get to you Cut those evil hand off and play guys who. Now I suffer from images of things I can't change And grow from the dreams of the man I'd love to hang.

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