Hanging on for dear life
trying to figure all this out
looking for signs of compassion
or benefit of doubt
What I find is a sad excuse
for something I've needed since birth
No unconditional love
to feed my self worth
I go to this garden
and find nothing but dirt
so I come back tomorrow
and sow nothing but hurt
It's been so many years
yet the struggle's the same
now that he's gone
I'll take all the blame
Never good enough for you
so my spirit you quell
Content to be your disappointment
it's a roll that I play well
Each time it happens
it catches me by surprise
I let it hurt me all over again
til another part of me dies
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