Called the art of growing up There s an innocence we look for in the stars To be taken back to younger days When there was no giving up On the people we held closest to our hearts Yeah it is you that I remember in that glowing It is you that took my first away from me It is you I set my standards to... to every walk of life I haven t met another you since you were with me. Chorus A brief bout with a razorblade cut me I freaked outthinking people didn t love me I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me In letting goI am so proud of what I ve done In a wayI failed religion I spit the wine from mouth to cup And I reached for something more than just your God Uncleyou spared not your children And while your praying hands are up There s no forgiveness for you! You sick fuck! It is you that I remember in their bedroom It is you that took their first away from them It is you they set their standards to You wounded them for life You were a preacher and suppose to be above men Sing with me Chorus A brief bout with a razorblade cut me I freaked outthinking people didn t love me I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me In letting goI am so proud of what I ve done

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