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Blame your Father

Okay so you had a bad day,
but to take it out on me this way?
You rip off your belt and start to strike,
i know you know, what its like,
Raised in a home that was filled with hate,
you promised not to make the same mistake
But here you are, twenty years on,
forgotten that painfull song.
Anger of your youth, courses through,
by beating me takes the pain off of you.
You lunge, you swipe, you place it on me,
cutting me deep and hard you see.
Crawling into the corner to hide,
i wish God was by my side.
Here i lie, broken and blue,
promising not to turn into you.



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