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＂Remembering times when I despised being me
Always reminds me of those times when i used to flee
To those colorful places where roses have no thorns,
Snow isn＇t cold ...
I would throw myself down - Inhale death!
... and you be grateful for all the sh*t that you got !＂
Well, the sh*t that I＇ve got
Is the sh*t that i＇ve got
Is the sh*t that i got from you
And you never gave sh*t (about me)
(If you) keep hitting/beating the child, then (eventually) it will think it deserved it!
Reach inside the place I hide
I wouldn＇t mind a dream tonight＂