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The Duck Song Gone Wrong!

My family would bully me, even when I was on the right beaten path. It was the biggest revolving beat down. I was at the brink of admitting defeat from the constant state of crisis my disease paved. I let my addiction progress and take over, my life. Who added the dick to the family? If anything was different in the house, I was the go-to person. I done did it! They now cracked the whip. They had no sympathy, or any morsel of empathy left for me. You pushed me down with your words! I was out-casted into the deep abyss. It was pain on pain, sticks and stones left me blue on black, but names will always break me, and I had already hit rock bottom. I had nothing left to lose, except my life. I had the biggest heart throb from all the hit and runs! I just wanted my family back but they didn't want me. They had lost all faith in me. There was nothing accidental about it. I hurt them before. I was the one stuck on stupid, before. I was the unreliable villain, before. “Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back!” I was the one out of control, but this is getting out of control. I cannot get better this is not helping. However, I was lucky to hit and miss. Because just one slip is all it will take, please remember me.

Oh, they were not beating round the bush either. It was crystal clear by the end of the squabble, BEAT IT! (squabble, squabble, squabble) Till the very next day. Get out of here! We can’t trust you! (squabble, squabble, squabble) Till the very next day. My family was competing to beat each other to the punch, who can degrade me faster. “What is love? Baby don’t hurt me!” All this time I beg please forgive me. I was supposed to be in hiding from my influences here. Now I am running to them. You might as well put my body on the pavement! (squabble, squabble, squabble) Till the very next day. Spill the beans, where were you, what are you up to? I was a tortured soul. No, I am not on drugs this time. And the beat goes on. “Step on a crack you break your mother’s back!” (squabble, squabble, squabble) One of these times someone is going to drive the point home. But NOT if we could STOP IT. We need to leave the light on or else it means lights out for them. Everyone could afford their life if we give them a proper place to call home. Please help us build a sober America.

Stephanie walked up to her parents’ house and she said Hey! Can I come in? They said, No, you’re too ucked up! But it’s cold, dark, and so lonely. Then I waddle away (waddle, waddle, waddle) Till the very next day. Stephanie walked up to her parents’ house and said to them, hey, can I come in? Her parents said no, like I said yesterday. You are not like us. Stephanie said nice knowing ya. Then she waddled away. (waddle, waddle, waddle) Then she waddled away (waddle, waddle, waddle) R.I.P.

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