Caxton She never had the chance to tell her goodbye.
She never got to see the last tear in her eye.
She pushed and she pulled to stear away, away from her.
But wished she hadn't while at the funeral...stared at the drummer.
It seemed so many people were happy that day.
But she'd lost her now...what more could she say?
Now at night she sings herself a song.
Cause the one she now misses...was her mom...
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