A broken home, these drugs to be used. A lonely mother, left broken and abused. Empty silence, wishes that remain unanswered We live without a father, He left me as a bastard. We hide behind the truth, And live through the lies. It’s never forgotten, When momma’ cries. With these thoughts in my mind And this beer by my side. Only dreaming of love, Is what keeps me alive. Kyle West- PowderBirth sign: Gemini
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