Left In The Ruble

We're left to pick up the pieces
Make do what we have with Jesus
I hold my breath in nightmares
I can never just leave this
My best friend died
Now I'm seeing shadows alive
All the tears I feared are revived
Flashed of planning her grave problems I tend to hide

My mom was so blind
She deserted me in the hospital to break the bind
Now planning my next home ready to commit a crime
Had to be strong no time to see her ghost fly

It's been almost two years three hundred sixty five days craziness how it goes this time
Sitting in the sky watching shows and movies times we cried
She liked me in a way I couldn't bare to just find

If pain and fear is in your mind
I guess it's easy to be controlled
They say life costs more than a dime
It hate life her grave I couldn't visit
Sometimes it's hard to tell what's reality it can't realign
Can't close my eyes know I changed her life
Buh still couldn't manage to help her ride a bike
Unable to grieve if I had a birthday wish it would be to stab myself with a knife



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Writer(s): Bryce Franklin
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