Don't call me miss
I'm not your brother or your mother
I'm in a haze of the abyss
Smothered by a stifling big brother
I'm like chewing tobacco
Just use me up and spit me out
I'm not sweat like your hot cocoa
I'll fill your soul with doubt
Catholic school taught me how to be naughty
How to escape reality as it comes alive
This is a true story
Of how the deprived survive
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