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knock at the door
Not everyone has to go through these struggles
Accusations, lies and broken glass rumbles
Tempers that flare
Yelling and banging
The neighbors must stare
They wonder how a girl like me could fall for this trick
The promises have all made me quite sick
Name calling, ranting, interrogations and such
Have left me to feel like O' quite the 'duck'
But it's my history that has left me scarred and flawed
One which has come back and opened a door
A door for a future that is peaceful and sweet
One which I have yet to meet
But I'm on the brink, with the knocker in my hand
Just about ready to take my final stand
Look my history dead in the eye
I'm finally ready to get over this high
"I'm all grown up now can't you see"
Then close the door
"Stop ******* with me"
It's time to stop repeating the mistakes of others
For the love of god I don't want to be my mother
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