They said the medication was a good cushion
They said at one point you wouldn't even need medication
No type of meditation helps
What do we do?
What do we do?
Baby boy... my flame.... what do we do....
Your beats don't match mine or hers
Yours like to beat in not twos but thirds
We knew you'd struggle we wanted you no matter what we heard.
Daddies weight is low sometimes words get a little slurd.
Its hard keeping stuff down dad...
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OH BOY LOOK THE SUN IS OUT
What is everyone smiling about
My mind is getting filled with doubt
Will he ever get out
What if I can't be there
If the bad things happen.
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