I see the photograph
Of a time we spent together
We're both smiling but
In truth we are divided
Our friends are envious
They wish they had what we share
All we have are photographs
And empty conversation
Don't
Don't, take my child from me
Cant live with it, she'd scream
She holds my hand underneath the cover
I'll drink her choice until I can't remember
We're happy
We're happy
If we say it enough
We know it will come true
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