...where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed...
I look in the mirror,
And see myself crying,
I'm sick of the way you treat me,
And I'm sick of all your lying.
You hit me, Because I "deserve it"
You push me around all day long,
You say "Its All my fault",
You say "I'm whats wrong."
You can see my tears,
You can see my fear,
I lock myself in the bedroom,
My screaming, you can hear.
Get rid of me if you want,
Do whatever you please,
I'm in pain from an illness,
And your the f**king disease!
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