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Let's pretend, going back to where it begins

that,

I wasn't born to parents who were crazy as shit!

That

my DNA was NOT a combination of them:

a double-helix I can feel. Its made completely of sin.

Let's pretend, growing up, I never heard what they said.

I never learned or kept a list of hurtful words in my head.

I was NOT a victim of abuse and neglect, but instead,

they gave respect to ensure my success.

Let's pretend that they didn't drink and do drugs.

Let's pretend that I grew up NOT doing that stuff!

Let's pretend they taught me love; and that I knew what it was.

While we're at it, let's pretend that I give a fuck!

Let's pretend I moved away and got to start a family

with ANYONE who could be more faithful that Samantha. See,

I want to pretend that my kids grew up with me as a DAD

and pretend I'm not to blame for the way that I am:

I never kept a flame burning under the pan

or met the man that taught me how to cook and rig up a gram.

Let's pretend I don't believe in gods if this was their plan:

"Give Seth amphetamine. Who's taking bets that he slams it?"

No way! Damn it! Man, I know I'm an addict.

If I do it like that, I'll develop the habits

that make the bad shit I do now seem like rational practice.

Let's pretend I didn't take it back and make it my last wish.

Can we pretend that

there's a flame

for this white pipe?

Or I'm shooting scars.

I could really use a hit right now.