WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! i scream
but wake up hoping its a dream
but its not its the life i have to face
it burns my eyes like 20 gallons of mace
it try to tell myself everything is going to be alright
until i hear my father speaking with his hands every night
my mother tries to hide the bruise
but theres no sugar coating bad news
but today this is all gonna end
when i get my dads shotgun and let this bullet and his head be freinds
but they say fifteen is a growing age
but i cant help i cant stop this growing RAGE
 
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