God was clearly drunk when she made me
I am not upset, kinda happy
Read too many books about living
I was teached to take but I'm giving
God was high the day that I was born
Don't know what I'm supposed to be fight for
My road twisted under the meaning
Try to catch me, catching my feelings
What should a child of an addict do
With the knowledge and awareness
Once I thought, should I try tools
But the tools came still wrong through
The trauma
Somehow that's my point of view
That day I figured out myself
With no talent nor love to take
How can someone be this sick
To leave a child the way I felt
And take the childhood away
Drunk God
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