All the things growing up that I had to see
is nothing that my parents could ever guarantee.
They promised me this, they promised me that
and I tired to help that by not becoming a brat.
I was good and stayed on my best behavior
I believed that my parents were my savior.
But they split up and went there ways
and now I barley remember the good ol' days.
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