Dad
my temper is something I cannot hide
my mom said i get it from my dad so i don't wear it with pride
See, say something stupid like cut my wrist or my thighs
But i will tear you down so much you won't be able to look me in the eyes
When i'm at home my brother sits and treis
oh so, hard to get the reactions I despise
People try so hard with their meaning ful lies
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