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In the day by day collision,
Called the art of growing up,
There's an innocence we look for in the stars,
To be taken back to younger days,
When there was no giving up,
On the people we held closest to our hearts.~
Yeah, it is you that I remember in that glowing,
It is you that took my first away from me,
It is you I set my standards to... to every walk of life,
I haven't met another you since you were with me.
A brief bout with a razorblade ,
cut me,
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me.
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done.
In a way, I failed religion,
I spit the wine from mouth to cup.
And I reached for something more than just your God,
you spared not your children,
And while your praying hands are up,
There's no forgiveness for you! You sick fuck!
It is you that I remember in their bedroom,
It is you that took their first away from them,
It is you they set their standards to,
You wounded them for life,
You were a preacher and suppose to be above men!
Sing with me,
A brief bout with a razorblade,
cut me,
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me.
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done!~
Called the art of growing up,
There's an innocence we look for in the stars,
To be taken back to younger days,
When there was no giving up,
On the people we held closest to our hearts.~
Yeah, it is you that I remember in that glowing,
It is you that took my first away from me,
It is you I set my standards to... to every walk of life,
I haven't met another you since you were with me.
A brief bout with a razorblade ,
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me.
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done.
In a way, I failed religion,
I spit the wine from mouth to cup.
And I reached for something more than just your God,
you spared not your children,
And while your praying hands are up,
There's no forgiveness for you! You sick fuck!
It is you that I remember in their bedroom,
It is you that took their first away from them,
It is you they set their standards to,
You wounded them for life,
You were a preacher and suppose to be above men!
Sing with me,
A brief bout with a razorblade,
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me.
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done!~
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