You broke me in pieces all over the place,then I feel like an utter discrace.

Your mad at the world and take it out on me,break brg me down with each hateful word that you say you don't mean.

I'll never be fixed because you say I'm not worth it, but your so wrong you don't even deserve it.If I wasn't worth it God wouldn't of made me a mother.So sorry I'm such a bother.

No respect for me you have none, but it's only you that's undone.A crappy example for your son to see, but he's better than you.Hes also a part of me.

Not all bad a good heart I have, unfortunately yours is cold and bad.


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