Sitting on my old rugged chair
In my left hand, a bottle of beer
Into the empty space, I stare
Thinking about the influence of peers
Am talked about and it’s all jeers
My parent’s advice, I didn’t listen and adhere,
Only if I had known the pain will be this severe,
Life is becoming more than I can bear,
Every Life difficulties on me, took its share
I keep wishing to be gone or just disappear
If I could go back, I will listen and hear,
The words of my father so true and dear.

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