WALK AWAY-daddy
I lift my head
look the world in the eye
I've been given a load a shit
Lord--and I don't know why
Born to a world of pain
you gave more than your share
You took what I would never give
But then who said life was fair
The heavens cry for me
I have fallen from grace
I made dying my reason to live
now- I spit in YOUR face
You take without giving
Don't you know nothing is for free
You will pay with your soul
while I walk away free
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