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Brother's went off fightin' a war, mama.
I feel as though I should cry for the lose of the liveliness around this broken home,
but this old worn down body can't seem to form those nice, clear as day, salty tears that my reflection wants to see.
I feel as though I should dance and sing ,mama.
For, I found a women who appreciates the little left over bit human that's still in me.
but my muscle mass seems non-existent and my voice is so faint that even I can't hear myself speak.
My empty mind starts to believe that I have died and this is all a dream.
I check my pulse one one, two two, one one,two two.
No, I'm still here mama.
Nothing to do now mama,but to set back and realize that I have become comfortable numb.
I feel as though I should cry for the lose of the liveliness around this broken home,
but this old worn down body can't seem to form those nice, clear as day, salty tears that my reflection wants to see.
I feel as though I should dance and sing ,mama.
For, I found a women who appreciates the little left over bit human that's still in me.
but my muscle mass seems non-existent and my voice is so faint that even I can't hear myself speak.
My empty mind starts to believe that I have died and this is all a dream.
I check my pulse one one, two two, one one,two two.
No, I'm still here mama.
Nothing to do now mama,but to set back and realize that I have become comfortable numb.