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Unwanted
I was the unwanted child spawned from the adulterous act
I learned my lessons from the backside of your hand
I cried from the contemptuous words that spewed from your tongue
Bruised, beaten and scared I scraped for my existence
From the ashes of your filth, I arose to new light
For I was meant to be, yes, I was meant to be...

Hear the chorus sing....
Out from the ugliness, out from the underside
I am my own
I am....
    
The truth can not hide and soon your secrets will be seen
I will not delight in your downfall but pity those in the fallout
Burnt offerings of redemption, WATCH OUT, the fire is coming
So go back to your lies, your mobile home, your red-necked attitude, white trash existence
Fill that bubble with a false sense of blame and a polished image of the good life
Tell yourself how happy you are, how happy you REALLY are...

Let the chorus sing
Out from the ugliness, out from the underside
I am my own
I am...

The life that you missed
The moments not shared
The pride you could have had
The joy you could have known

I could just go on and on....
but I think, you get the point

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