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The things I remember,

Are not my Christmas's in December,

But that ever since I learned to walk, and probably before i could even talk...

I remember lying in my bed and crying,

And feeling like I was dying.

Mom and Dad always fought,

And no matter what they bought,

Nothing's ever made up for what they've done

(Even thought I love them a ton)

If they had only stayed away from the coke

Maybe I wouldn't have to get my weed and toke,

Just to get rid of my stress,

Because I'm just so damn depressed.

But maybe one day, my dream will come true.

And I will get to do what I've always wanted to.

Maybe I will live with my mom and dad,

And my life won't be so bad.