Sitting on daddy’s
couch
Thoughts are raining,
raining down on me
She picks up her bags
Says no goodbye
Picks up her car keys
Looks back with a
sigh
He waits on the front
seat
Smiling with ease
Read me a story
Just one more please
Door slams behind her
An engine starts
Left with ghosts
And faint remarks
Up in my room
A hug becomes a need
And they've left me
alone
In a dark room to
bleed
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