We use to get blamed for the stuff we didn’t do,
the anger in my head just grew and grew.
When you use to come home and go straight to bed,
I would sit there and think of the anger in my head.
On the weekends we were bored out of our brains,
the only thing to do was play board games.
I really miss those times even though they weren’t fun,
But I’m so grateful for all you have done.
It’s strange to wake up in the morning and know you’re not here,
we only see you, maybe twice a year.
We’re meant to be forever, but that’s not how it seems,
the only time I see you, is when you’re in my dreams.
You never call us anymore, it’s like we don’t exist,
It’s like we all faded into the mist.
Some days when I think of you, I sit in the corner of the room,
I sit and wonder, will you be home soon!
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