Home Sweet Home
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United States

The patterns of life are so lost

Just fragments and reflections

20 bucks but no cost

Kneel down and say your confessions


Once again I find my self

By losing who I am

Destroying my great wealth

Becoming my own fan


Will I like who I see

This person right there

Is it truly me

Blue eyes and Blonde hair


Seems to be a match

With the picture in my pocket

And now I can unlatch

The hidden memories in my locket


I thought I was good

Walking the right path

Doing the best I could

Smile and laugh


But now its not hidden

I messed it up again

These words are now written

Do I really have to hit send...?



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