You lay him to bed that night
and never left him out of sight,
Then you peeped out through my door,
to see if I was there no more.
I see you love him and not me,
with my mother you did not agree.
I know you have another one,
and maybe even another son.
Even if you deny favoritism,
I know it isn't just skepticism.
So go and leave me here to bleed,
Oh I beg, I beg and plead.
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