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Pains of the Past |
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Remembering cold winter nights |
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When he would tuck me tightly into bed. |
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When sweet thoughts of him floated in my head. |
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And blissful ignorance was still mine |
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He walked out the door one morning, |
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But he didn't come home that night. |
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Didn't come to tuck me in |
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Didn't come home to fight. |
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I missed the stories he told me |
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I missed piggy back rides and wrestling fights. |
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I missed the sound of his voice |
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Missed his advice and insights. |
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He would call every now and than |
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Just to check in and make sure we were okay, |
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Called one day and asked to come home |
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And mom said yes cause what else could she say? |
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I woke up one Sunday morning |
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And on the end of my bed he sat. |
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Wearing his favorite Knick?s jacket |
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And his prized beige Kango hat. |
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I wrapped my arms around his neck, |
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And I asked if he was going to stay. |
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He kissed my forehead and whispered, |
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"Yes baby, for eternity and a day" |
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I thought things were going to be fine, |
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But screams broke the silence of our nights. |
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Lost myself in the depths of my imagination |
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While mom suffered through all the drunken fights. |
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I remember laying in the darkness, |
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Crying quietly over her painful cries. |
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Remembering unexplained bruises and black eyes. |
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She always covered up for him with her lies. |
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His anger always got the best of him, |
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Everything seemed to be going wrong. |
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He could not control his temper. |
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His forever and a day did not last long. |
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He walked his path and we walked ours. |
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Mom worked hard to support us on her own. |
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Dad called every night and asked to come home, |
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And one day mom got tired of being alone. |
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She let him back into our lives |
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And he swore to her that he had changed. |
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Said he wouldn't drink |
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Said his priorities were rearranged. |
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Peace was ours for a while, |
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But the arguing inevitably began. |
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I was old enough now to understand, |
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And I couldn?t escape it no matter how far I ran. |
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Found myself trapped on a roller coaster. |
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No way off and no place to go. |
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Hid all the pain deep down inside; |
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Watched it tear me apart ever so slow. |
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Eventually she got tired of living in fear. |
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Decided that she wasn?t going to watch herself die. |
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Lost his control and the game was over, |
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Everything they had once possessed was deemed a lie. |
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Called me into his room one night and sat me on the bed; |
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Told me he couldn?t spend his life this way. |
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Kissed me and said he would always love me. |
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Walked out the door and out my life the very next day. |
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I cried like my world had crumbled. |
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I hated him for leaving me. |
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All my life he had made empty promises, |
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And back than the tears wouldn?t let me see. |
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Told myself he wasn't worth my tears. |
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I taught myself to not feel , |
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My heart was hard towards him. |
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Learned it was easier to pretend it wasn't real. |
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Couldn't think of him the same way anymore. |
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No man should treat the ones he loves that way. |
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Hatred built in my heart and tore me apart. |
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Blinded me more and more each day. |
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Dad thought I hated him. |
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And for a long time so did I. |
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But eventually I realized hate is senseless. |
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Finally let myself feel, let myself cry. |
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Day by day my heart softened. |
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But the pain was always there. |
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Never told him that I still loved |
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Cause it just didn't seem fair. |
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Didn't want him to think it was okay, |
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But I should have told him I love him. |
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Wish I would have known the cruelness of time, |
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Wish I would have known the end was so near and grim. |
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Never again did I see my father's face. |
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Never got to get the truth out. |
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His conscience was heavy with guilt |
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He was laid to rest with his contrite doubt. |
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