At least I've saved them from this mess
Yet my kids are still depressed
Why me is all I can think
Sometimes I hate myself
And in self pity then I sink
I want to put it all on a shelf
Then break the shelf and burn it
Like none of it ever happened
Or take the bastards out back
And cut them from end to end
Make them suffer, make them pay
But what good would that do
Cause really in the end
I still end up screwed
Screwed in the head
Completely torn apart
I'm damaged goods
With a broken heart
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