I don’t know

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No I should probably delete that 
Damn what rhymes with that
Fuck it on to the next
Think deja think deja
A million words go across your head
Think deja think deja
A million feelings unsaid
Ok fuck ima start
How could you do me like that
Shit I know I wasn’t perfect
But we were the perfect match 
I went from working all day to have you in a four bedroom home
To watching you leave me
To struggle on your own
I’ll watch the baby I’ll get the diapers 
Why don’t you just relax 
Take my card and my car go shopping
I know how you like that
But you like begging for things
Explaining yourself
Being a single mom
I’m a house full of help
Now I’m lonely didn’t leave
I have to stay close 
Am I crazy am I dumb
Am I doing the fucking most
Waiting on your call knowing I should have changed my number
Wanting this perfect family
Cus I hate my fucking mother
But I’m like her
I like to work I like to take care who I’m with
I can’t be mad at what she did
Cus I repeated all her shits
But this is deeper and I’m lost
I usually know all the answers
I used to know myself 
Shit what the fuck really happened