2d
I still see you as a little girl,
With your whole life ahead.
But now, you are missing,
Becoming a statistic instead.
At not yet 14, you are out roaming the streets,Β
drinking. and. only God knows what drugs you are taking,
You are somehow finding comfort there than at home, beneath your sheets.Β
Come home, Coco, we are missing you,
Come home, Coco, these teen ways are not you.
I know when your mum and dad split,
It split you toom
But come home, Coco, with love
And with better choices, your true life can be found.
With your whole life ahead.
But now, you are missing,
Becoming a statistic instead.
At not yet 14, you are out roaming the streets,Β
drinking. and. only God knows what drugs you are taking,
You are somehow finding comfort there than at home, beneath your sheets.Β
Come home, Coco, we are missing you,
Come home, Coco, these teen ways are not you.
I know when your mum and dad split,
It split you toom
But come home, Coco, with love
And with better choices, your true life can be found.
When did she start disappearing? Was it when her parents first separated? When did she start playing Fortnite online? When she had far too many sick days? When she was put into a diversional therapy group? When?! All these questions fill my head.
