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I’m a mere child of two years old

But that's just perfect for your bold

With the slip of a plate hitting the ground

I feel the hit against my head of the pound



I bounce at least once off the floor from the force

As I let the blood run it's course

"I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry!"

I manage to get out with a worry



But that doesn’t stop you

It's never enough for you

As you grab me and throw me in my room

I know the future is full of doom



I land on my head, my neck becomes soar

I wish I could jump throw the window and sore

As I see you coming towards me

I know that that was never meant to be



As the coroner checks out my dead shell

I realize I am not going to hell

I am free to be me

Unlike you, I was meant to be



I watch as you are taken to the jail

Outside the car it begins to hail

I see you cry realizing you didn’t mean to kill

You didn’t move when they came, crying over me still



It appears you didn’t show how you felt

When I was around you wanted to melt

You raised the only way you knew how

For your father does the same to you now



I see this all

As you being to fall

I feel pity, I feel remorse

For you didn’t know how to show me you loved me



And as you fry on the chair

I find justice that much fair

Now we are together

Now we are in the limbo



I too young to go

And you too guilty to go