Rough Life
As I walk I fall
I know i'm all alone
No one to stop and catch me
I sit in my home
While my mother moans
With another man
That I will never know
Just so she can get the next best high
What seems like the hundreth night in a row
While I will be left all alone for days
Without a mother to hold me
With out a mother to love me
I dream of the day my mother might one day love me
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