I wrote a song, a journal
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Gave it to the world
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Told the story
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Of when I was just a girl
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I sought understanding
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Clarity in truth
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By baring all the wounds
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Inflicted on my youth
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You criticized my choice
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To stand up to my past
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To give the pain a voice
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So that it too could pass
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But I felt brave
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And filled with pride as I let go
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Of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me grow
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But I will spend a lifetime
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Trying to understand
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Why someone sharing my bloodline
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Would not lend me their hand
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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I loved her more than myself
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But she made me choose
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Between her and my father
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And so I refused
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I fled her house and wrath
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Eleven years of age
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Followed the crooked path
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That led me to a stage
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The curtains opened up
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My heart followed the lead
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The music wouldn't stop
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And I could finally breathe
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But I will spend a lifetime
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Trying to understand
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Why someone sharing my bloodline
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Would not lend me their hand
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I supposed to apologize?
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Am I Supposed To Apologize
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| Maria Mena |
