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Comeback Remark

You see me holding myself high You just don’t know how much I want to die. The pain has stabbed me in the heart I can’t take another Remark All you do sleep all day, You work at night and we never play. Like we did back in the day We threw that baseball And bailed hay. Now you drink And sit at home Mom does everything at home. I’m never there because I’m scared You might beat me or make me scared. So when I’m gone off to college. You’ll sit at home with a broken heart. And wonder why I left that remark. “GO TO HELL”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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Book: Shattered Sighs