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We resonate in the thick Of our mothers' dirty mirror reflections Raw and delicate Swarming in the filth of our sins and misconceptions

Maybe number five or number six I believe that's which one I am Out of all of your kids Kinda hard to keep track to be honest Met another one last August And that part wasn't even the hardest Because you abandoned her too Left us to grow in the dying carcass That should have been a relationship with you It was weird missing a stranger Because every time you'd try to meet up, Something always had to come up Still I begged my mom to wait just a little bit longer.. All I wanted was a father Always wondered how you could deny me as your daughter Was it easy? Born into this feeling of inadequacy Because you didn't want me Maybe you just felt guilty Or maybe you just forgot about me So rejection became the normalcy Well acquainted myself with my own mortality Over that longing for duality I suppose I never got enough vitamin D And M seemed to be just a little too busy So I supplemented those spaces With the faces of other men Always loved my step...