Death by ten
Father smoking hes life away,
Wife doesnt seem to mind anyways,
Wish she knew the effects of smoking,
Having no Education is mocking,
I always feel like a mental pationent at home,
Hearing metal blasting my ears away,
As my tears turn to hate,
So did my aching heart,
Making Things out of nothing is My game,
No one can tame me, for it is my imagenation that tames you.
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