Home. How I wish to come visit you again
Had I known the last day would be the last I would have dance and sing across that hallway endlessly

Home. How I wish to forget the memories
Those flashbacks of all the good, where dreams were made out of stories told and life with nothing but breathing

Home. How wish not to remember you, so that the pain I'm feeling now, is like the pain I had scrape my leg falling down in the driveway


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