The morning chocolate milk, 

and the late night Ice Cream,

The Sunrise watching on the porch,

and the Sunset gaze's on the trampoline,

The fake smiles, I wore during the day,

and the constant tears, I shed at night,

The shattered dreams, of my mom and dad,

And that one memory, of the final divorced fight,

The same Dang lie I told my friends,

The same three words, I used every day,

I wish they'd know how much it hurts,

but all they would say, is "it will be ok"

The morning, heartbreak, when my dads not here,

The late night crying, when I know it wont be okay,

The Sunrise's where I used to Lean on his shoulder,

And the sunset thoughts, "I have to do it all over, Just like today"