*Disclaimer: Characters belong to Harper Lee.

**Leave, Leaving, Left**

Part A- Before the trial
Part B- After Bob Ewell's death

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A.

Take me, use me, leave me
Chunk me to the ground
Use your left hand, black mah right
And we'll hope you won't be found

Leave me feeling guilty-
Do how you always do
Use up what is left of me
To satisfy you

B.

I'm tired an' I'm sick
Of keepin' it all inside
This is how they all left me
No yarns, no tales, no lies:

Tom left me broken-hearted
Wonderin' what I'd done
Wishin' he'd have kissed me back
Thought he were the one

Papa left me sobbin'
Left me on floor
Left me shattered an' half-dazed
Left me clothed no more

Finch left me terrified
Left me scared to breathe
Couldn't help but keep on lyin'--
Or Pa'd haveta leave

Mama left me tragic
Why'd she haveta die?
I think about them good ole times
And I can't help but cry

I jest left me angry
Fed up an' still remote
Left me wantin' te' end mah life--
Rip them lies outta mah throat

But soon I realized that it wan't no help, hatin' an' wishin' te' be dead
So I'm tryin' te' leave the ole days behind
An' I'm left with what's ahead

So, you can try to hurt me
Leave me broken, if you want
But my misery has left my soul
Now only hope will haunt.
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