Tracy Rollings

sits alone each day
doesn't ever talk much
never wants to play.
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Born into this world
the hands of a drunk
life wouldn't be easy
for this little punk.
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Rainy days and stormy nights
a train running through my mind
tree's fall knocking out the lights
and I somehow, lose all track of time
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I saw the kid, walk through the door
dragging his books, across the floor.

To tired to make it, too his room
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I came home from my cousins one night
when I got on the porch, it didn't feel right.
Something told me, that this was the end
my key wouldn't work, you changed locks again.
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