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09 March 2008 @ 02:28 pm

A neglected photo album underneath
A broken clock what time was it?
When does it stop?
But I see its noon And a new fear comes
One thats to grow up', love and give up
Always drinking champange after work
Money used on unnecessary grounfs
Then there's the boy
Who carries the burden
As he pokes fun with his toys
You must think to yourself,
"I love that boy with all of my heart,
but this has got to stop."
A broken promis
From that white day, where did it go?
And how it changes everything
On your little ones
On your next pay chuck
As your girl rides her bike
You must think,
"I love that girl with all that I am,
but this has got to end.
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic