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I know my enemy and I can't forget his name,
Distant memories of a man that just couldn't change,
And though I've tried to set aside,
I still carry them today
When I look into the mirror I can still see his face,
Oh lord

Don't want to be like my father,
I deserved a better man,
A bigger man to help me down my road

I cried a tear for my mother,
She deserved a better man,
A stronger man,
To embrace her soul
Ruined by a weaker man,
A shallow man,
The one who broke our home


Though I was a young boy I can still remember everything,
All the booze led to fights and abuse
And I lived through it every day
And though I try,
To heal inside,
My heart is just a vault for pain,
I tried to snuff the candle,
But I've been burnt by the flame,
It's too late


Don't want to be like my father,
I deserved a better man,
A bigger man to help me down my road
I cried a tear for of my mother,
She deserved a better man,
A stronger man,
To embrace her soul
Ruined by a weaker man,
A shallow man,
The one who broke our home

Saw him twenty years later in a store buyin' a jug of wine
He said "hey there boy I'm living nearby
We could catch up with a joint and share a bottle or two"
I said "I'm sorry dad, don't wanna end up being you... no"

3 comments:

  1. é dos melhores livros de sempre, aconselho vivamente a ler!

    beijinho

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  2. Me wie gesot jiddereen geseit et anescht. Misst een all daach zesummen haalen. Me vu que ech dat nemmen Creschtdaag erliewen hunch et ebben gaer.

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  3. Jo me denkt och dofunner of weieng erfahrungen verschieden leit domader hun. An keng ahnung vill leit gleewen och nemmi sou un gott :S

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