There are words inside my bedroom scribbled all across the wall saying something bout the way that you won't talk to us at all and i don't believe your protest that you swear you didn't know how to even change a diaper or to teach me how to throw please don't go please don't go there were words you told my brother how you never had the choice to decide if you would father two rambunctious little boys please don't go please don't go now we're stuck in this together and i don't think i can run from the ties that you have started from the sins that we've become
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