Liesmature
Lies 17 years of them. We’re in debt So much debt All your mother Her fault Hers The bailiffs They’ll be round soon University? What’re you gonna get there with? We have no money Your mother Her fault Blame her Go on Point your finger I’ve not done anything All her. Such bull^$@$. Now the truth’s out Can’t take it Can’t look at you Emotions boil So so mad I don’t know you anymore Trust All gone Who are you? Why would you do that? I don’t understand Dad Lies 17 years of them.
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