Challenge
Sometimes the truth kills
Poetry or prose.
Mama
But why'd you leave
Leave these little hearts
Broken on the floor
Did you, did you
Really want so much more
Chasing paper dreams
And those fancy limousines
Packed up all our things
And scattered them like ashes
On a cold morning breeze
If I could give you
Just one more thing
Both a blessing and a hex
I'd show you how good we did
Without you
Our own success
I don't know where you are
And I don't really care
But you can just stay
Just. Stay. There.
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