family life
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The artist was powerless under Stalin
well I am glad that wasn't me being sent
to the forced labor camps
But though there isn't a dictatorship
in america.
Life fights with me, trying to dry up
I remember when i was the twinkle in my daddy's eyes.
Then he left one day without saying goodbye.
You where my dad that i once knew, But the little you know the pain you put me
through.
I've grown up and realized
I am from forgotten songs,
From distorted guitars and double bass.
I am from late night TV
(Loud, blaring
children shouldn’t be watching).
ALONE
Hollow. That’s the fear I feel.
The loneliness floods my chest like a
Riptide.
Human presence makes me feel
