I left and never missed home,
Anger forced me to be all alone
In a desert brimful of pain.
I cried a lake full
And even wished I would die
This young and youthful,
Or never had been born.
Every time I wondered why
He had to make me cry
Without feeling shy.
I wished she would be near
To witness how her half
Betrays her innocent I,
Lovely sweet mama.
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