Mourning
The dogs are crying hard in their way
The morning turns to mourning
The hate may go up and down
But yet wont up to pick the call
Seeing your effort
To get back the oxytocin
What about me ?
Who’s never understood
Never get to know
Still they might think
Wht about the good things
Can i breathe carbon dioxide
And exhale oxygen forever ?
But still thankful
Didn’t hesitate to make me sit home
Get me all i want to make me stay there
Still greatful
Not everyone in this world
Get to be this lucky
I meant in terms of me
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