My world will crash.
A victim to bash.
I felt like trash.
Losing custody happened fast.
To colorado we would dash.
The police took her away in a flash.
I hate my low life past.
My luck has always ******
It would take a miracle.
You won't find it in a crackerjack box,
Or a bowl of cereal.
Pet rocks or teddy bears that talk.
Nothing good ever comes easy.
I try not to be too needy.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
My world will crash.
A victim to bash.
I felt like trash.
Losing custody happened fast.
To colorado we would dash.
The police took her away in a flash.
I hate my low life past.
My luck has always ******
It would take a miracle.
You won't find it in a crackerjack box,
Or a bowl of cereal.
Pet rocks or teddy bears that talk.
Nothing good ever comes easy.
I try not to be too needy.
2008
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