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Custody Hours
It's all that matters.
Every other weekends and holidays.
I've never come close to loving my father

And that's why I'm not going to stay.

Lying and Crying
Every single Friday
I live most of life out of a suitcase.
One pillow is for tears, another so I don't hear

And that's why I'm not going to stay.

He Hit
And my mother hurt
Now I'm stuck with a pain I can't wish away.
I've only got half a life in me

And That's why I'm not going to stay.

You're the closest thing to love I've got
And you told me we could run away.
I have no clue where you are
But please don't make me stay.

 

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