Every day i sit out there freezing my butt of in the cold air
Wating and watching for food or money
Some people take pity and some don't
I've lived my life alot that way i guess i've gotten used to it anyway
I've gotten worse before my parents beat till i'm bleeding on the floor
I'd rather have toys instead of always cleaning
Coming home getting beat every day
I wish i had a life instead oc coming home to this place
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