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Jan 2013
Maybe you're the reason mommy described me as her other "****** up kid"
Desperate for one boy's attention
Because I was never worthy enough for yours
In and out of my life
Like the cylinder dollar bill was in and out of your nostril
Late night phone calls
"Do you love me, kiddo?"
A hell of a lot more than you've ever loved me
"Tell me you love me!"
You scream as if you were trying to intensify the high
I will never be a pain killer
And that will never be good enough for you
Burnout
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