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The way in which I feel is solely a reflection of you
The devastating childhood the powertrip you forced me through
But how could he leave you
Could he fuck that whore he left you for get revenge

And by all means ask your nine year old daughter to choose between you don't stay friends
Now let her in on how he's the devil
He's just been falsely portrayed
But force her to go stay at his house once a week cuz you wanna get laid

Ask me why he scares me
Do you wanna know why I'm angry?
Can't you tell I'm crying?
Mother I don't feel good

You will always be the bitter saddest part of me

Your girl's in the bathroom washing her hands again
Why doesn't she eat?
Her father left us what about me?
I can't rest
I can't sleep

Momma loves you
I'm just tired of you and your brother's shit
And you know I didn't mean to hit you
But you were asking for it

Ask me why she scares me
Do you wanna know why I'm angry?
Can't you tell I'm crying?
Mother I don't feel good

You will always be the bitter, saddest part of me
You will always be the bitter, saddest part of me . . . . .

Power Trip Ballad

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Lyricist:    Composer:


The way in which I feel is solely a reflection of you
The devastating childhood the powertrip you forced me through
But how could he leave you
Could he fuck that whore he left you for get revenge

And by all means ask your nine year old daughter to choose between you don't stay friends
Now let her in on how he's the devil
He's just been falsely portrayed
But force her to go stay at his house once a week cuz you wanna get laid

Ask me why he scares me
Do you wanna know why I'm angry?
Can't you tell I'm crying?
Mother I don't feel good

You will always be the bitter saddest part of me

Your girl's in the bathroom washing her hands again
Why doesn't she eat?
Her father left us what about me?
I can't rest
I can't sleep

Momma loves you
I'm just tired of you and your brother's shit
And you know I didn't mean to hit you
But you were asking for it

Ask me why she scares me
Do you wanna know why I'm angry?
Can't you tell I'm crying?
Mother I don't feel good

You will always be the bitter, saddest part of me
You will always be the bitter, saddest part of me . . . . .