The one who raised me
I was raised by the one who brought me down
I was raised by the one who would help me drown
So i beg on a bended knee
For someone to come and feel me
Feel the very reason i hurt
And the very reason i can't wear a shirt
So i’ll sit on my knees and wait for them to come
While the one who raised me
Makes me numb
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