Mom
She lays on her bed
waiting for mom to return
as she called her mom she laid down her head
no answer, her heart burned
things were missing, depression occurs
how could mom take what wasn't hers
she was gone for days
with her life creating a haze
without the money for bills
she turned to pills
and the pipe
then robbing people got her hyped
missing mom was hard
but next time she sees her she'll be behind bars
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