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The Weeknd
a tale by quincy
Looking back nowI didn't know what it was supposed to be
And it's like raising kids, man
If you weren't raised
You don't know how to raise, you know?
I just did the best that I could with them because
They know fuckin' well I love them
But I didn't do the best I could
I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, I didn't
I will never forget watching my mother
Get put in a straightjacket
And taken out of my home when I was only seven years old
She was diagnosed with Dementia praecox
And put in a mental institution
Leaving my daddy alone with me and my little brother Lloyd
I lat?r had an evil stepmother
Who furth?r cemented the idea that I didn't need a mother
Growing up without one had long lasting influence
I didn't fully understand until much later in life
It bled into my relationships with family
And those I had became romantically involved with
Whenever I got too close to a woman, I would cut her off
Part of that was vindictive and partially based on fear
But it was also totally subconsious
Looking back is a bitch, isn't it?