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Running away from home, it doesn't always end well. Or perhaps it did end for the better? |
| You live on the street Your face looking so beat. You are a teen. Running from parents so mean. You still have the mark. from a blow landed so stark. Of a drunk parent frustrated. A life no longer lived. Oh where can you go. The world it just a show. Everyone pretends to have known But in the end, you are on you own. You have no food. No emotions and No mood. No life, No hope. You can only escape in dope. One day you overdosed. Getting away from a life imposed. Goodbye young boy. May heaven give you joy. |