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Living life, don’t you cry. my life -- pain is god.
Many nights, painful thoughts occur. love me -- again I’m wrong.
In denial I tried to be your friend. I tried to be a good boy.
All I see, a hate deep inside. startle me, someone save me.
Now these memories
Still I hide
They bury me
All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x4)
Looking back I was never ever right. you were my step
Mom who always wanted me out of your sight. I would come walkin’ in and
I’d say, ’hello,’ but you’d slap me and make some fucked-up comment about
My clothes. but I tried to let it pass, but the pictures in my head were
With you with a knife up your ass laying dead. so I popped some more caps
In your ass. now your son is such a fuck -- motherfucking bitch never try
To play me!
You make my life -- not so....
All I want to do....
Is kill you....
(x2)
All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x2)
Wish! you! were dead! now!
How.... I know
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved.... never loved
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