i held your hand
you packed your bags
some old clothes, some old shoes
and the pictures of your father
we threw it out, at the cost of animosity
wouldve burned it if we thought to
its not your fault
they all expect too much of you
take it in stride
youre only better because of this
it could all be in your mind
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