Bad habits, dirty shirt;
O' father, don't complain.
Leave my imperfections unseen
like you don't see my pains.
Don't despise my ways of living.
I made peace with the dirt
running in my veins.
You can't expect the branches
to thrive
putting the roots on fire.
Not scared to burn anymore.
Spit every bit of venom inside,
free your soul from regrets.
Words no longer leave cuts,
this skin is stalwart.
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