Dec 2014
Broken promises;
And broken lies;
Tears pouring down your eyes.
Broken memories;
And broken screams;
Life is never what it seems.
So I grew up with broken bones;
And broken homes;
Because he was never a father to call my own.
And broken lies;
Tears pouring down your eyes.
Broken memories;
And broken screams;
Life is never what it seems.
So I grew up with broken bones;
And broken homes;
Because he was never a father to call my own.
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