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From a Loving Daughter

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Morning sun rays hit my face

and my eyes burn.

Last night took a twisted turn.

Begging me for money

you charm and call me Honey,

then leave me feeling like a disgrace.

 

Silhouettes through the dancing trees.

I lay here thinking - 

my heart is sinking.

We pay for your mistakes.

Show me what more it takes

these feelings are blowing my brains out like ashes in a breeze.,

 

What happens next only time can tell.

We scream we claw we swing we yell.

Tell your own daughter to go to Hell.

You don't ask but I'm doing well.




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