What Have I Done!

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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What have I done Dear god, I don't belong, Disowned since I was young, Dear god, what have I done! I broke my arm when I was young. And you told me, mom if it wasn't broken You'd break it yourself For me, for taking time off, work. You even made me pay my rent Even when I wasn't at home I was in a hospital, pent- House; waiting for a visit. You brought me apples and cigs, Kept tabs, on all your expenses In your new clothes, Bought by him my new father Jealously, deranged Oh, what have I done! Dear mom, I don't belong, Disowned since I was young, Dear god, what have I done! My heart is, bleeding But at least I've got something saved. Guess I'll take that city train And drink till I forget my name.

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