Product of Abuse ( It's a Song.)

Mother, you left me to the wolves
For the substances in your nose
I thought I was a light inside your eyes
How could you leave your child with an abuser
My innocence was ripped from my mind

Product of abuse
Don't cry your eyes out
Get on your feet 
Run to father
Death is coming

Mother, you're toxic vile child 
Hope you get cancer in your jaw 
I want it to slowly eat you away

Now that I'm all over you want to show me off 
Like I on your trophy you didn't fucking raise Me
You abused me until I wanted to die

Product of abuse
Don't cry your eyes out
Get on your feet 
Run to father
Death is coming

Mother, I don't love you 
That 7-year-old boy 
Still remembers the kick in the rips
Still remembers you didn't want your child
I still remember everything you 

Product of abuse
Don't cry your eyes out
Get on your feet 
Run to father
Death is coming

Father thank you for giving me a home

◄ Misrecollect

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