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It's all that matters.
Every other weekends and holidays.
I've never come close to loving my father
And that's why I'm not going to stay.
Lying and Crying
Every single Friday
I live most of life out of a suitcase.
One pillow is for tears, another so I don't hear
And that's why I'm not going to stay.
He Hit
And my mother hurt
Now I'm stuck with a pain I can't wish away.
I've only got half a life in me
And That's why I'm not going to stay.
You're the closest thing to love I've got
And you told me we could run away.
I have no clue where you are
But please don't make me stay.
