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We forget what is left When we come home from the factory And when we drop dead on our bed Kid stop getting on my nerves Grab your toys and go play in the corner You fucking loner The sweetest thing you'll ever see Then catching bugs Now turned into a stoner Trying to get a glimpse of how it used to be Their steps are getting slower I have these pictures showing up Whenever I'm reminded of A time when time was just a word For mom to use But then again absurd For now I lay in bed Surrounded by the echoes of The dread that I might blink Then look around And all I love lies far behind