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Whine & Wine, sometimes aren't all that different..


You used to be my hero, until you let me down- you used to be an Angel, until your wings fell to the ground- Now I see right through you, and it tears my heart into- I guess its the very reason, I've spent my life with men like you- So don't expect to be drying my eyes tonight, although my heartache is on your hands- I wont need your comfort daddy, go away, were not friends! Because of you, it's love I do not know- because the drugs, you let my love go- I could have been your reason, your escape, making all those dreams come true. But, you don't dream of me at all, even though I dream of you- you taught me how to build up this wall, constant dissapointment, and ofcourse, how to break the law- You kill me! You were never around, but guarantee, me, your daughter - will be there when they put you in the ground-
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