I'm holding in my anger
Knowing I'd die to be the strangler
Of his sour-little coward-brittle throat
I'm just mad not literal
But when your dad's a criminal
There's a minimal amount of father hope
It doesn't bother me no,
But it keeps haunting me so
I will keep wandering not knowing where to go
No Padre in my home
What an odd-way to be grown
I guess God made me to be alone.
While you and your dad are sittin fishin
I'm visitin my dad in prison
My only mission is too inform you what you're not missin
Because while your parents are laughing and kissin
I'm starin havin to listen to my dad share his caring "wisdom"
movin in movin out
visitin walkin out
it seems so easy but its the hardest
thing to say
all the mem'ries all the pain all the
stress that i have gained i dont
know what to do im leavin alright i
dont know what to do im leavin
tonight
idk what to do im hatin u and lovin
u too
all the struggles all the grief all these
things are keepin me from peace
but now that i found my way i pray
things'll get better now that im in ur
grace and youll bles me with peace
all the mem'ries all the pain all the
stress that i have gained idk what to
do im leavin alright i dont know
what to do im leavin tonight...
movin in movin out
visitin walkin out
it seems so easy but its the hardest
thing to say
all the mem'ries all the pain all the
stress that i have gained idk what to
do im leavin alright i dont know
what to do im leavin tonight im
leavin... tonight
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