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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
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
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