Had I been your child, would you let me go wild,
Wouldn’t you teach me to be sober and mild?
Wouldn`t you tell me what’s wrong, what’s right-
When I stood ready to head for the fight?
You taught me to curse you taught me to hate
You better be sorry before it’s late!
I have been growing amidst all the ashes...
Of broken promises- torn eyelashes!
You taught me to smile when I should`ve cried
You told me to love shadows that sighed...
You taught me to suffer, you taught me to wait
You better be sorry before it’s late!
Had you let me, I would whither in peace
Wouldn’t take the trouble of being a disease
I would have believed everyone is right
Everybody someday would see the light,
You taught me to judge, you taught me to rate...
You better be sorry before it’s late
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