No one understands me.
They don't know my life they judge me about the way I act,
or the way I dress and look.
My life is not a good life.
My life is twisted.
It's even complicated.
People say I have a dead beat dad but that's not true.
My father has been my mother strange to say but true.
You'll never understand my life.
It's twisted and strange, even I didn't understand it.
I don't know too much about my mom because she fill me with lies.
My grandma died when I was five.
So ever since then I been trying to survive."
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