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Ballad of the Youngest Child

maybe I'm a monster
maybe I'm just too cold
maybe mom and dad were wrong
never got any affection
appreciated the roof
but where was the love?
guess you couldn't fake it
like I can't fake it

now that I'm older, I get it
life doesn't turn out how you planned it
I see that you both worked hard
maybe the pressure was too much
and maybe you resented us
depression, drug addictions
constant fighting
I probably would crumble too

that's at least what I think
because I know I resent how I grew up
brother in jail, and sister's crying
cops at the door
I'm just going to bed hungry
I wish I could hug you
say I love you
but what's a boy to do?
when he has a piece missing
a great big whole in his soul
where his family should be
Written by DevilsChild
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