If you really knew his story It’s looking gorey
Knew the abuse
The moments he feels he has no use
He looks to the day he gets the mail
And sees his father died in a cell
Why the fuck do I have this name
Is it a reminders game
All he has ever had walked away
That’s why he can’t stay
Pain can still find more hurt
Treated like dirt
He is self powered self made
Now he is making the grade
Days have come of six figures
Brains still pulling triggers
Just hoping to live for the day
That he can wave at the demons as they go Away
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