He came between me and my mama, but so quietly that she never knew.
She smiled and called us a family,and when he smiled, I smiled too.
She never saw the tears in my eyes,
or the pain in my heart; and she saw through his lies.
She'd never have guessed that cried for so many hours...
Because he brought my mama flowers.
He brought me lessons that should not be learned.
Stories that should not be heard.
He taught me violence, brought me tears.
He bought her silence, brought me fears.
And he brought me many painful, lonely hours.
But he brought my mama flowers.
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