I swore I’d never be my mother
And you said you were not your father.
Still, every drink you took
And every shot I take
Makes me hate feeling a little more.
It’s been a year, and now I can face
Who I am, but still nobody knows.
Who are you, black sunglasses and red hair
Pungent and strong-willed,
You have left me, Love had left you
Love has left us
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