Fragments of my imagination
Were splattered all over your bed
A simple case of over indulgence
You in my blue checked shirt
With a lump in your throat
Me with a stupid grin
Not knowing what year it was
My never ending hopes were dashed
Because me and your Dad clashed
You make me cry when you're sad
I live in a dream
What all of the things you could have had?
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