47:cry

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I would ask to tell you things
But you will only see it as a
Cry for help
Your helping me

But I won't let you see the tears
I did that once
When I thought you were listening
But you just pushed me away

Made me feel stupid
Because I was scared
Because I thought he was gonna end us all

I'd rather kill myself
Then have to live in that nightmarish house
Where I thought it was safe

Home is supposed to be safe
So I don't know what
To call that place you expect me to call home

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