I understand.

I understand. I know what it’s like feeling alone.

I know what it’s like when he comes home,

I know what it’s like when he doesn’t want to pull his weight,

I know what it’s like when you can’t cope.

I know what it’s like but there is hope,

I know what it’s like, I understand. And maybe we will never be friends, maybe you will always want revenge,

but in the end it all has to end, I know what it’s like. I really do.

The only one who can take care of you, is you.

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