my family
was my happy memory
story telling & fables
hard laughter at the table
Sunday mornings watching cable
the air filled with bacon and maple
like milk i am spoil
now my life is thrown away like used foil
i miss my familys pretty face
i lived in so much structure i can feel the base
constantly trying to keep up with my own pace
losing in this on going race
so i focus on my music
any oppertunities i use it
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