interpetation
As I sit here in the cold rain,
Thinking about how I ended up here,
you probably think im a drug addict,
or was a person who just got out a jail,
but the truth is my name is Aaliyah,
my parents left me here and never came back
I am 6 years old,
I didnt do nothing wrong,
but the day before I ended up here,
my parents told me I was a disapointment
because the way I looked.
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