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All That Rubbish
My whole childhood I wished, prayed and hoped I was adopted,
I always thought my real parents were rich and awesome
and these evil fuckers took me away from all the sweetness
life had to offer and turned me into shit just like them.
I often found myself fantasizing about who I was before
these "people" stole me and ruined my life, begging the
Gods to please get out of this hell and place me in
the heaven I so deserved.
Sucks growing up and figuring out that these monsters
were my blood, my actual motherfucking parents
it was disheartening to say the least all that time
praying for someone who was never coming, I always knew
in the back of mind but I had to hope for something
even if was new rich parents.
Now older I find myself wishing these people who once
repulsed me would see me as one of them,
how weird to me, all those years wanting them to disappear
and be replaced knowing then it would be so easy
to let them go, throw them away because they were trash
and I was nothing like them or what they stood for or didn't
and today it's all I want to be one with them
I spent so long running from the truth of who I was
they have forgotten me, I am the garbage that is tossed aside
while they wait for someone to take it away,
I always thought my real parents were rich and awesome
and these evil fuckers took me away from all the sweetness
life had to offer and turned me into shit just like them.
I often found myself fantasizing about who I was before
these "people" stole me and ruined my life, begging the
Gods to please get out of this hell and place me in
the heaven I so deserved.
Sucks growing up and figuring out that these monsters
were my blood, my actual motherfucking parents
it was disheartening to say the least all that time
praying for someone who was never coming, I always knew
in the back of mind but I had to hope for something
even if was new rich parents.
Now older I find myself wishing these people who once
repulsed me would see me as one of them,
how weird to me, all those years wanting them to disappear
and be replaced knowing then it would be so easy
to let them go, throw them away because they were trash
and I was nothing like them or what they stood for or didn't
and today it's all I want to be one with them
I spent so long running from the truth of who I was
they have forgotten me, I am the garbage that is tossed aside
while they wait for someone to take it away,
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