Laying on the trundle bed
Wondering when i’ll be dead
Hoping grandpa will get well
Or if i will burn in hell
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Will my dad retire?
Do all foods really expire?
Is lying always wrong?
And what the heck is a thong?
Will there be another Harry Potter?
Or is Vader really Luke’s father?
Such questions fill my head
While i lay in this trundle bed
But now i lay thee down to sleep
And dream of worlds my mind shall keep
