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Dec 2014
Leave us for a shot at fame
All it brought was pain
Everyone involved
Problem un-resolved
My father left me for dead
I cried on the bed
He took the easy way out
Now I'll ***** and pout

Dont try to understand
Don't try to comprehend

I will cry away the hurt
I cried the worst
For someone that I didn't know
Someone who never showed
Their face

The source of my frustration
Is the temptation
To be like him
But he never tried to live

He should've ******* lived
3 years and I'm still over it
Evan Hayes
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Evan Hayes
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