disillusion
Your house on the corner
Now filled with emptiness
Mother said, "Don't leave him
He is different than the rest"
Your eyes little black lakes
Filled with unique grief
Disillusion creeps in
Undercover while you sleep
Grieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve
Grieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve
Your house on the corner
Now filled with emptiness
Mother begged, "Don't play games
Or you lose that magic zest"
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