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Member' the days when I was eight

And daddy weren't around

And mum not home till late

And everyday only concern

What's on the plate?

Cause I ain't had no dinner last night

I dreamt of steak

(Fuck)

Finally mom gets home

But she's stressed out

Wondering why the meat wasn't left out

And you really are trying

Your best to help out

But you're 9 now

So no more timeouts

You gon' find out

So you go hide out

Running up the stairs

Lookin' for a window to climb out

Can't find any so you lock

The bathroom door

Tears rolling down your cheek

Falling on the floor

Next thing you know

She done kicking down the door

Violence in her eyes

But you've seen that shit before

But this time it was different

It looked like she wanted war

Like she was tired of giving us less

She wanna give us more

She said "Dylan please"

"I love you son"

"& I never want you fearing me"

"But ever since your dad left, you see"

"I've had three mouths to feed"

"& I can't even stand on my own two feet"

"So I need you Dylan"

"I need you to be strong"

"& I need you to be living"

Cause the truth was

Every second night

I scared my own family into

Thinking I would take my own life

Had that knife

In my hand, yeah the right

Put it to my left wrist

Slit that shit twice

And then my mum took the knife

(and then my mum took the knife)

(and then my mum took the knife)

She put it to her own wrist

She said "Dylan"

"Does it hurt to see a loved one"

"Taking their own life?"

("Taking their own life?")

("Taking their own life?")

Oh trauma

Oh trauma

Oh trauma

Trauma takes us all