it wasnt the bruises
it wasnt the drugs
all of my efforts are useless
addicted to meth
afraid to quit
losing sight
and afraid to admit
admit that your wrong
admit that you wont be here
admit that you suck
admit that you are living in fear
could you look me in my eyes
and understand
that your oldest daughter is through with your lies
through with your shit
through with waiting for you stupid crackhead to quit
im so through with you
i hate your guts
and i hate what you do
your not my mother
your not my friend
your not here
so dont pretend
Absence has made me hate you
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