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Lyrics:
So hurt by hands
I used to hold
No one knows
Can’t go back home
Yeah my earliest memory
Something like 2 or 3
My mother had a knife
And tried to stab my dad in front of me
He’s running from her out the front door
Don’t abandon me
I sat there on the floor in the hall
The only time that they miss ya
Took a swing and couldn’t hit ya
Fist holes in my walls
Instead of family pictures
I went to sleep with no dinner
And every time I