As for his upbringing 

To the angel always singing

Sadly she left too soon

Leaving a massive mess in his hearts room

Mother never to be seen

Father was a rolling stone

Leaving someone all alone

Can’t even call that a broken home

He hates the thought of his past

Only dreams of a perfect future

Often forgets to live in the moment 

A dreamer – sleepwalking

He can’t even grasp a dream now


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