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539: Dear Mom, you seem to have this delusion after everything that you've done
That I still have some love for you so let me make this message clear to you
I absolutely fucking h-
lost child: Where's my mom?
539: Picture this a happy family
Dysfunctional but functional
Making ends meet
212: Trying everything
539: Longing to be free from the cold grasp of poverty
(Something here isn't right)
539: Days went on the animosity found its way to grow
Building grudges so grand that they would take years to hold
Nail in the coffin that left us broken beyond repair
Blackened hearts guided by ignorant despair
539 & 212: Mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday
Mayday the fucking ship is sinking
(539 falls apart)
539 & 212: Why couldn't you keep it stable
Why did you have to steer off course
They weren't even grown up yet
Did you stop to think of them first
539: (Cause I did)
539 & 212: It still hits me like a truck
As I felt the flood
Wash away all the good between us
And I know I must let go of the place I once used to call my home
539: (underwater) It hit me like a truck when I felt the flood wash away the good between all of us
539 & 212: Mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday
Mayday my sanity is sinking
539: I have to stop with the metaphors
I'm not gonna get it out this way
539: I raised those fucking kids
The past four years you didn't do shit
You never saw the fear that I
Had to see inside their eyes
539: I don't owe you shit
It was never my job to begin with
I did it all for them
You hated me for it at the end
539: (And I feel the same)
539 & 212: It still hits me like a truck
As I felt the flood
Wash away all the good between us
And I know I must let go of the place I once used to call my home
539 & the lost children: Now I'll go
(It hit me like a truck)
And sail new shores
(As I felt the flood)
(Wash away the good)
You
(I know)
Do not
(Let go)
Define
(Not home)
Me this time
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