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In ninth grade before addiction really formed a shape
We were just kids, with the mind space for porn and vapes
Some of us had still seen violent rapes, like Norman Bates
Crazy parents make crazy kids, some might say they were born that way
But however they came about, they're insane right now
Tried to take flight in life, but the baggage gonna weigh them down
Now it's a hijacked plane, and you're lucky if you make it out
Behind the scenes, the parents were pulling the strings like a puppet
And pushing their buttons, can you blame them for what they grew up in?
Some money but no loving, plus their parents were distant cousins
Incest fucking, there wasn't much that could save them from this-
-ending to this chapter, so close this book, and send it to the pastor
See many have it backward, he was just repenting when he grabbed her
How can you move on, when everyone's letting you, captor
Host their weddings at church, so you're left sitting and getting sadder
Until you begin to lose control of even your own actions
Imagine, you're so lost you barely even know what happens
And your own family calls you insane, but really the fact is
That you're trapped, suffocating, and buried in your sadness

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