Hands that shaped me
Meet the hands that shaped me,Like a sculpture from it’s plaster
Meet the ones who made me
A fucking walking disaster
If you want to know me,
You’ve got to understand
And you have to see what made me
The person that I am
You have to know my story,
You’ve got to read my book
You claim to know my cover
But at the inside you wont look
So, will you claim to know me
After you know why I'm this way??
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