When you were out having your teenage fun,
Did it ever occur to you the damage you’ve done?
The broken windows, the paint ball stains,
the shattered glass on the chipped black panes.
Your spray paint pictures on the walls,
With my childhood toys, still strew, down the halls.
As you destroyed this house, did you even care?
About the family who once lived there?
My only faded memories of my deceased dad,
In this house I once had.
So the more that you fucked with this place you were
in,
The more you destroyed, my only, memories of him.
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