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Mordecai's Little RhymePitter Padder, Pitter Padder hitting on the wall
It clings to my soul as I fall fall fall
I hear you there, I hear you there calling my name
It echoes through the emptiness of my brain brain brain
He watches me, He watches me laughing away
He knows everything is going his way way way
I lost control. I lost control; Here he comes
You all better start to run run run
Blood drips, Blood drips from everywhere
People all have a great, big scare scare scare
All gone, All gone everyone is dead
He gnawed on your flesh as you bled bled bled
I gain control, I gain control; He falls down
Now it's time to wait for him to come back around
He watches us, He watches us waiting for the day
When he can come out to play play play
Everyone, Everyone start to pray
There isn't much left to say say say
Me...Heh, I have to say I am jealous.
Born a bastard, a mistake, left to rot in the corrupt system. Abused by many in too many ways to count. Beaten down for being different, being crazy.
I can hear them now as I cried and they simply laughed. They moved on and I held on to the past. I lied there at night, crying for mercy as they molded my fate.
I was just a child.....so lost.
I made distance between us. I thought I was finally free, but they just followed. They mocked me where ever I went. The cuts, the bruises, the scars all so real, but they said they were fake.
All in my head....
Called names I never understood. No one ever explained anything. Once they found out the truth no one wanted me.
So young...I vanished into the cold night. The streets were my home. The darkness my blanket, the cold my ally.
Even out there, I was found by them. Mocked, beaten, tortured, and they never left. New ones appeared and they were so much worse...
I wanted death, but I just too much of coward to
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