Battles

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33810
United States
28° 5' 25.9152" N, 82° 1' 8.0976" W

Caught up in the battles
And I'm still in the shackles
Will be till the eighteen
Why are you so mean

You sure your in the right state of mind
Why would you want to be this kind
They say its suppose to be half and half
All I am to you is one huge laugh

It's not there, it never was
But we are bound by the laws
In ones eyes this is wrong
It's not going to be for long

Maybe for the child's sake
I'm not going to be a fake
You are not seeing straight
But this Is going to be our fate

Please see that this is better
Your not going to get her
You are not so stable
I'm not turning the table

I'm not sitting in the chair
For you to have it fair
You never gave me the chance
Should of seen it at first glance

You want to make it a war
What are doing it for
I have got the trump card
You are a fucking retard

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