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oh..


This music keeps me sane.

You and me, we are not the same.

This vodka is the one to blame.

it's such a shame

                             That you are

ashamed 

               to be my parents.

I wasn't asked to be conceived

and when i tell you that I'm not

                      feeling my self lately

you just

                refuse

to believe me 

You try to

            change me

say that if i don't

            i won't succeed 

but it's not my fault

that all you do is

                            leave me.

we may be in the

                   same house 

but we are on two

                           completely different levels

you call me an

                       ungrateful devil

But truth is

                 i appreciated you  

way more

than any

of your other kids ever did

                                     its sad

that we ended up like this

you don't talk to me

you rarely even look at me

                                         and

      I'm sorry

that all you see is something           

                                very disappointing

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