In my room
And on my wall
Is a picture
In the fall
The while family
Mom, Dad, and me
Before hate consumed us
When we are all happy
We are wearing white shirts
White pants too
We are all smiling
Happy and true
But all of that was before
My mom ran away
Before all the drinking
And Dad hitting me everyday
I always used to think
Life was always great
But that, I re-thought
Because now, it's full of hate
But everyday I look at it
The picture on the wall
The pain of a last kiss
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