He lives among two broken homes.
Everything has come and gone by the time he comes along.
Be it good or be it bad, every day keeps being sad.
For time and time again he curls and cries in pain.
Son of a broken home, to be always alone.
Alone and torn apart between sad and sad.
Wishing for tomorrow to come without a sorrow.
Wishing for the day to wipe his tears away.
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