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I've been wanting to write a song since I was 17 years old. Put my own things to the side, to help another man grow. Now I'm here at 25 tryna find what I stand for. With my little girls eyes watching every move close. I lost all my sense of pride, had me laying on the floor. Felt so much pain inside, still couldn't make it out that door. Felt like I failed my daughter inside, let her see her mother choke. Saw the pain all in her eyes and knew that it was time to go.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Self Pity
I've been wanting to write a song since I was 17 years old. Put my own things to the side, to help another man grow. Now I'm here at 25 tryna find what I stand for. With my little girls eyes watching every move close. I lost all my sense of pride, had me laying on the floor. Felt so much pain inside, still couldn't make it out that door. Felt like I failed my daughter inside, let her see her mother choke. Saw the pain all in her eyes and knew that it was time to go.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
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