All of my life
heard your lies
Seen your hands
of violent abuse
wrapped around
mother's neck
and fiercely point
at the pew-fillers
on Sunday Morning
We lived a lie
in the public eye
Closed doors hid
shattered hearts
It muffled tears
as well as screams
Your name calling
wasn't the things
a Minister's mouth
should ever speak
and expect to be
a chosen one...
...Do us all a favor...
...and shut the fuck up...
...Papa, don't preach...
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I chose: 9. Papa Don't Preach
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Well yeah he doesn't have any right to tell you how to live your life if he treated his wife (your mother) like that and lived his whole life a lie. Personally, I'd probably feel that the opposite of his wishes would probably be the most benefical. A lot of angst here and I really don't blame you for it.
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