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Mother, you made me grow up fast. Out of the house, onto the street. There was no love for me to last, Her anger giving off heat. Every word you said in the past, Remembering is my nightmarish feat.
I am not worth your time, Not worth your love Your affection Your effort Your praise Your care
There is a boy who always smiles as long as he's not home his friends all think he's happy and no one really knows he goes to school happy just to get away
he brought you roses red, your favorite because he loved you he got on one knee pulled out a big princess cut ring because he loved you he got close to me
Puppet Boy strings lace my hands, they hang above my head. skin pale and bruised. eyes practically dead. i am their puppet boy.