This is my last letter to you
Like the ones I wrote when i was mad
I couldn't say what I should've
You never did know what I am
I used to be the old baby
From the womb I was badly torn
Nearly died, wish i had maybe
I had tried just the day before
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Now I think my razor scar lines
Were cut on your wrists, not my own
The day before, next day you died
My wrists bled as I lifted the phone
Thirteen from one I became so new
Next year you knew, had found my all
I knew you owned it in past days
You were drunk, open, you told it all
But Father, you became cold when you were sober
*Chorus
We couldn't prove eachother wrong
Off we went, never spoke again
Mother trapped in our anger throng
But we'll meet with peace late again
I'll see you on the other side
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