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I sit in my car late at night,

but I don't move I'm to drunk to drive.

Sometimes I wish these streets would flood.

Family isn't always blood.

You don't need a vice to feel okay,

if you're having a problem you can talk to me.

We all feel fear and I missed my vow,

I really was hoping I would be someone by now.

Would you ever have the guts to tell me I'm wrong?

Are you even able to understand?

I can not forgive and forget,

when I know you're not proud of who I am.