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As a kid I saw through open eyes from a beat inside my chest
If a blessing is a lie, then I’m a gift called ignorance
Inquire for attention; receive an empty hand
A piss poor birth right, eighty-four, and long drives killed my innocence
I spent miles so you could drive from pain
And the time that you wasted in a life before my wake
You bet your own worth, but now I’m paying for those debts
Divorce your vows, but not your fucking kid
You bought love with weekend money
A new mom who said she loved me
Write me a price tag that I’ll never answer for
The kid inside died with the drives on eighty-four
I thought I knew this would be something that I’d overcome
But now I know that uneasy hands will keep driving
Unstable minds will quit fighting, but you can keep driving
I was raised by misdirection
Keep driving; I was born to ease the tension
A new life, how will you live it
A new child, empty your wallet
I lost youth in a life that won’t last
I’m the reminder of your troubled past
Keep on driving away; you’ll never turn back

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