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Let me know what you honestly think about it
I wrote it to this instrumental:

Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Sarah was a little girl without care in the world
Till her daddy died she cried visions swirled curled against her Mom
Holding palms to keep her calm tears leaked down both her cheeks
She didn’t speak for weeks except for shrieks she made while she was asleep
She kept discrete dealing with her feelings kneeling praying for any kind of healing
Hoping her daddy was hearing not knowing her Mom heard her through the ceiling
It killed her seeing her daughter grieving so she got back into dating making
Attempt’s to find a husband but found no one that could replace the space
Of Sarah’s father but they were blazing through their dollars, it was hard raising a toddler alone
They had to file for loans just to keep on their phone, they started becoming all bone
They couldn’t afford good food, Sarah’s Mom whored stripping nude to pay their dues
She started talking to clients and met an appliance man named Dan
Who asked for her hand with a wedding band and she said yes as Sarah fell to stress
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Dan was a ticking time bomb always abusing Sarah’s Mom
She would vomit in disgust that she had fallen for his trust
He was in it for lust but she needed him for bills
Sarah would get the chills watching her dig in the pill bottle
What a model for a child Sarah no longer smiled
all the while at school she felt isolated and degraded
That her Mom affiliated with a person that she hated
Sarah persuaded her Mom that they needed to move on
So upon getting home they packed up all of their things
Then the door bell rang it was Dan he had forgot his key
He looked through the window saw the bags and screamed violently
Don’t you dare ******* leave! He covered his fist over with his sleeve
Punched out the glass then went niave grasping the neck of his wife
Sarah was shocked in fright watching him stop her life
She quickly darted grabbing a knife and started stabbing it into his wind pipe
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2

Let me know what you honestly think and let me know which one you like better if you like either at all. Thanks
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpeXpd6qsCE
Ted was misled as a child
He watched him Mom shoot up and Dad his walk out
Without anyone to talk about how he felt he bowed his head
Wishing for a day where he could fly instead of drown
He’d cry to his Mom to please put the pipe down
She’d reply life’s too stressful and this is my way out
He witnessed fist full of pills make their way into her mouth
One day he tried to take them away but she just hit em and shouted
You little prick! How dare you throw my last fix out
She packed Teds bags n threw him out of the house
Told him a sixteen old boy can find his own joy now
But it was cold in the south of Detroit, his pain numbed from the frost
He wasn’t even employed, he became homeless and lost
He turned thief to fill voids, showing chrome when crossed
Pursuing reefer and pills avoiding the home that he lost
He’d light his blunt up and sing his moms same song
(Chorus)
Ted began to deal anything he got his hands on
Started sniffing yayo so he could remain calm
Living selling Cane stones killing Able pained domes
Feeling hateful through the rain he drained alone
A stain was grown that then changed his love for life
He took drugs every night in spite with thugs despite
The flood raising its height, He started losing his light
Inside his mind he was moving the right way
But that was just the addiction taking hold of his plays
His mind became molded like clay not to stay sober
Now instead of getting paid he was just a heavy smoker
All ways ready to dust a boulder,
Thinking about his mom, **** someone must have told her by now
That he was addicted to crack, somehow smack gave him his protection
He went out and bought needles with lethal injections
Blocking evil with peaceful gleeful perceptions
Needful to heroin his vessels recurred narrowing as he heard the Devil echoing
(Chorus)
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m436cKfn1pU
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Sarah was a little girl without care in the world
Till her daddy died she cried visions swirled curled against her Mom
Holding palms to keep her calm tears leaked down both her cheeks
She didn’t speak for weeks except for shrieks she made while she was asleep
She kept discrete dealing with her feelings kneeling praying for any kind of healing
Hoping her daddy was hearing not knowing her Mom heard her through the ceiling
It killed her seeing her daughter grieving so she got back into dating making
Attempt’s to find a husband but found no one that could replace the space
Of Sarah’s father but they were blazing through their dollars, it was hard raising a toddler alone
They had to file for loans just to keep on their phone, they started becoming all bone
They couldn’t afford good food, Sarah’s Mom whored stripping nude to pay their dues
She started talking to clients and met an appliance man named Dan
Who asked for her hand with a wedding band and she said yes as Sarah fell to stress
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Dan was a ticking time bomb always abusing Sarah’s Mom
She would vomit in disgust that she had fallen for his trust
He was in it for lust but she needed him for bills
Sarah would get the chills watching her dig in the pill bottle
What a model for a child Sarah no longer smiled
all the while at school she felt isolated and degraded
That her Mom affiliated with a person that she hated
Sarah persuaded her Mom that they needed to move on
So upon getting home they packed up all of their things
Then the door bell rang it was Dan he had forgot his key
He looked through the window saw the bags and screamed violently
Don’t you dare ******* leave! He covered his fist over with his sleeve
Punched out the glass then went niave grasping the neck of his wife
Sarah was shocked in fright watching him stop her life
She quickly darted grabbing a knife and started stabbing it into his wind pipe
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2

Let me know what you honestly think about it. Thanks
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m436cKfn1pU
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Sarah was a little girl without care in the world
Till her daddy died she cried visions swirled curled against her Mom
Holding palms to keep her calm tears leaked down both her cheeks
She didn’t speak for weeks except for shrieks she made while she was asleep
She kept discrete dealing with her feelings kneeling praying for any kind of healing
Hoping her daddy was hearing not knowing her Mom heard her through the ceiling
It killed her seeing her daughter grieving so she got back into dating making
Attempt’s to find a husband but found no one that could replace the space
Of Sarah’s father but they were blazing through their dollars, it was hard raising a toddler alone
They had to file for loans just to keep on their phone, they started becoming all bone
They couldn’t afford good food, Sarah’s Mom whored stripping nude to pay their dues
She started talking to clients and met an appliance man named Dan
Who asked for her hand with a wedding band and she said yes as Sarah fell to stress
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Dan was a ticking time bomb always abusing Sarah’s Mom
She would vomit in disgust that she had fallen for his trust
He was in it for lust but she needed him for bills
Sarah would get the chills watching her dig in the pill bottle
What a model for a child Sarah no longer smiled
all the while at school she felt isolated and degraded
That her Mom affiliated with a person that she hated
Sarah persuaded her Mom that they needed to move on
So upon getting home they packed up all of their things
Then the door bell rang it was Dan he had forgot his key
He looked through the window saw the bags and screamed violently
Don’t you dare ******* leave! He covered his fist over with his sleeve
Punched out the glass then went niave grasping the neck of his wife
Sarah was shocked in fright watching him stop her life
She quickly darted grabbing a knife and started stabbing it into his wind pipe
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2

My age preference for men has just been going up and up, and what attracts me often changes. I’m 17 now, and I find myself attracted to men in their mid-forties (or older), and typically professional and intelligent. I’m attracted to a few of the teachers at my school, but none of the students. College guys don’t attract me either. When I was 14, guys maybe 3-5 years older. Now I’m attracted to men up to/more than 30 years older.
I don’t even fully understand why older men attract me. I don’t affiliate with my father much (or at all), but it’s never bothered me, so I wouldn’t say I have ‘daddy issues.’
Also, what do older men think of much younger women? I’m honestly not interested in money or freeloading, but I feel like guys assume that. I’ve only dated a few older men, and even then, the age difference wasn’t anything more than 12 years, and it didn’t quite satisfy me. I actually love the taboo aspect of May to December romances, too. Ugh! I’m just confused. If you can make sense of my rambling, please help me sort this mess in my head!

My age preference for men has just been going up and up, and what attracts me often changes. I’m 17 now, and I find myself attracted to men in their mid-forties (or older), and typically professional and intelligent. I’m attracted to a few of the teachers at my school, but none of the students. College guys don’t attract me either. When I was 14, guys maybe 3-5 years older. Now I’m attracted to men up to/more than 30 years older.
I don’t even fully understand why older men attract me. I don’t affiliate with my father much (or at all), but it’s never bothered me, so I wouldn’t say I have ‘daddy issues.’
Also, what do older men think of much younger women? I’m honestly not interested in money or freeloading, but I feel like guys assume that. I’ve only dated a few older men, and even then, the age difference wasn’t anything more than 12 years, and it didn’t quite satisfy me. I actually love the taboo aspect of May to December romances, too. Ugh! I’m just confused. If you can make sense of my rambling, please help me sort this mess in my head!

I’m 16. My mama died when I was just a few hours old. She had been told years before not to have any more babies,because she ran the chance of bleeding to death if she did. My dad wanted her to abort me and firmly declared that I could not possibly be his child,because he had been sleeping on the couch for the past year since my older brother and sister were born and hadn’t had sex with her. When I was born I had clubbed feet and a cleft lip. My dad refused to hold me and gave me to his mother until I was 4 years old. That’s how much he hated me!
He came to the US as a refugee when the Soviet Union fell apart. My mama was american. My daddy was so young at the time and he insisted that he had fathered so many kids by his wife(my mama) and a son by another woman that he had no idea how he was going to support his brood.
He has told me on several occasions that if he had attempted to raise me from birth he probably would’ve done something crazy like smother me with a pillow!
My granny,his mother, fled here to the UK. About a year after mama died, daddy brought my older brothers and sister and moved here,too. He finished university and became successful, but even his success hasn’t made him love me! I have my “niche” in the family,yet my dad never seems to quite as proud of me as he is everyone else.
My mama had a few kids when she married my dad. I have asked about them and guess what he tells me? “Be glad I kept you, dammit!”
My older siblings tell me to keep my mouth shut about our half-siblings and be glad I live here,too! Sometimes when he’s really mad my dad refers to as “the B*stard”.