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she said this to me as we sat talking about an uncertain futre

she said that i would be nothing, talking to a child and saying that you would not amount to anything

saying that oi couldnt dream

you took this away from me

you took me confidence

you took it all away

i was no older than eight

and you said i couldnt be anything i wanted

who did i think i was.

who the fuck did you think you were

to tell a child thathe couldnt dream

telling him he would fail

telling him that because of the way he talked he wouldnt amount to much

you stole so much from me

because of you i was afraid

because of you i sat in the back

because of you i gave up and i gave in

you were aolder and i believed

i trusted you

i believed in you and you said i would amount to anything

but now i thank you

cause every little thing i owe to you

every little scar in my head i owe to you

every insdent where i didnt speak

i owe to you

every regret ive had i trace it to you

and ever dream that was dashed i owe to you

and i when im on top i will never forget your name

and when i make it

i will come to you and ask you how youve been

and i will show you who i am

because of you i know longer have in those who are supposed to instill education.