Half a grand, half a life.
Fully grown, through stress and strife
My soul clenches it’s teeth when bearing your name. Your decision to leave, to board that train.
Did you know it doesn’t come back? Searching for you, you’re hopeless to track.
Physical form gone in despair. I used make jokes about your distinct lack of hair.
The question almost that renders a ponder, can you see our hearts growing fonder?
No understanding or care, simply pity. Seriously life couldn’t be more shitty!
I can’t blame others, nor you nor god. They say it was bound, who made this mod?
Words are meaningl
ess, the sounds I spoke. Seeing patterns on ordinary folk.
Papa, my life is so incomplete, where is the guidance? The destined feat.
You left me dad, no map, no light, goddamit dad…… Throat gets tight.
I’m angry with you, I know you know, you don’t tell me off, where did you go?
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Pause
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Breathe
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Half a grand, half a life. Fully grown, through stress and strife.
Struggles adorn, feeling unborn. show me you, in any form.
Rambling now, exasperating too, when push comes to shove, come to a coo?
Half a grand is 500 days. half a life, total dismay.
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