mom
i tride to make you happy
i tryed to be your pride
when gram died i stayed strong
jest to stop you from crying
a mistake to you
thats what i am
even when i try
a pain to you
in your side
it almost makes me cry
i missed you so much
in my time in hell
fuck mom i started to sell
i had no mony i had no pride
that man called my dad
was a swine filled with pride
i tryed to stay pure
i tryed to stay new
but now im tainted buy what i do
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cunnmatt249posted on 04/10/2007
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