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u come home all mad,
ur drunk and u smell bad,
i bring my leash up to u,
and u begin to beat me with ur rage old shoe,
u beat me and beat me tell i fall down,
what am i to do im just an old hound,
u hit me agents a hard wall,
then i let out a dying call,
u beat me with-out mercey tell i fall down,
but this time i can get off the hard ground,
as the darkness begins to cover over my brain,
the more times u hit me the less i feel pain,
my body is broken and useless to me,
im dying and hurt and i can not see,
later u come to check on me all covered in fear,
and as u expected i am no longer here.