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| Good Job Son i pour my heart and soul to this and you're determined not to see look away and then you miss the tears i cry the blood i bleed your actions over words everything you try to teach you won't take that step forward when i am inches out of reach all the things i learn from you are the things you never do now i'm tired of fighting back tell me why the hell is that you never said good job son you never said to anyone you've always got an answer but in the end i've got the choice it's not too much for you to handle when i cannot find my voice silence over confrontation and it will all just go away avoiding complication you've got everything not to say all the times i've been misled by the things you never said now i'm tired of fighting back tell me why the hell is that it never seems to bother when all is said and done are you proud to be my father am i proud to be your son the world starts caving in when you start backing out and there's no explanation for all of this self doubt now what am i supposed to do what makes you better than me and who the hell are you to tell me what to be tell me what did you expect when we can't connect now i'm tired of fighting back tell me why the hell is that |
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