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oh, all these thought I have of you I would love to remember if they are real or a dream cause there the happiest ones in my brain I just pray to the big man, that he is listening to me I know I have a rough start in life if and when I go to heaven I would like you to tell me why did you put me through all this hell why must you show me someone who almost died an have me save his life all to drink an smoke his life away why must you put me through that with faith why did you break my house apart why must you put me through all that and and still create a void in my heart where my mothers love should be why must you take my hair why must you take my fingernails why must you make me a addict why did you make me so cold-hearted why must you make me quite why did you make me drink my life away for a while why did you make me love lust so much why did you make me hide inside my mind like you did for lucifer You managed to take everything from me except for my mind and a ability to write one good thing you did manage to give me was a love for Spanish women