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I'm alright, I don't need your help
The streets are so cold
But your love is much colder
Another day passes into the night
Seventeen but I feel so much older
Sometimes I think about the morning I left
Broken glass and the screams of hysteria
I don't know if I'll ever go back
Middle class but it seems so much scarier
I'm a hypocrite
I can't sleep at night
All I want is the best of both worlds
Broken down again
Lost my childhood
But that happened a long time ago
Mom, I saw a dead body today
And he looked like he wasn't in pain
I don't fall asleep
I pass out every night
Father, give me my old life
I want to go to school
Want to get a job
You gave up on me much too easily
What do I have left?
Broken dreams of you
What my home life would have been like
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