The 2 A.M Writer

Sun Child

Stuck in your womb

You never knew it wasn\'t meant for two?

Guess it\'s just a fight

Another tongue filled with nails night

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But never was your perfect sun

Never did shine a ray of Zen

But I guess I\'ll tend to ask

Am I doing all I can?

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Broken shoes and tricks

Nothing your shit laces won\'t fix

But could I ever blame you?

 Cause it\'s all to me you ever do

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Broken but having fun

Loaded fast with daddy\'s gun

Police man\'s gonna ask me to drop

Is it ever too late to stop?

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Teacher will bust my lobes

Cracking whips as I\'m in my robe

To you I\'m in paradise

Nothing ever was fair to your life

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Drug me while I\'m in cell

I\'ll overdose and go to hell

Will it be too soon to see

Is this where I should be?