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FUnwanted but breathing
In the next room sleeping
DmMy mother shes crying
And my fathers been drinking
FIn our rundown apartment
Where the roof is still leaking
DmHes cursing and cussing
Its just the whiskey talking
BbAnd Ive got lots of memories like tDmhis one
BbOf empty days and nights spent tired and Flonesome
GmWhen I think back to all of it
BbIts all too much
Oh its all too much when youre just a little kid
F Dm
FMy little brother just a newborn baby
DmIn the image of my mother says hes a blessing
FBut not to my father oh how he hates him
DmAn undeserving mistake He calls him a burden
BbAnd Ive got lots of memories like tDmhis one
BbOf picking sides and picking fights betwFeen them
GmWhen I think back to all of it
BbWell its all too much
Well its all too much when youre just a little kid
BbAnd when I Fwake up in the Bbmorning it all fFeels like a bad dream
BbOne that Ffollows you and Bbhaunts you endlessFly
BbYeah haunts me endlessly
Well broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating
DmThe addiction and the lying and the promise of leaving
FWhile my old man was a bastard I admired and loved him
DmAnd us two kids we were born in to a family not a fortune no
F Dm
F Dm
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