My Home

From the sweet old couple to the psychopath.
They all play a role in Lesserman Street.
The innocent kids we used to be.
The block parties turned into turn ups.
The ding dong ditching turned into ditching school.
The things we once thought were fun,
are now uncool.
Some of us stayed on track,
some of us did not.
The ones who fell off are looked at through new eyes.
The ones who bring the girls in their house
when their parents aren't home,
were once the kids
who played with barbie dolls and action figures on the front lawn.
We never saw the bad things that went on behind closed doors.
Things such as the man who cheated on his wife,
or the little girl who tried committing suicide.
They hid us from the harsh realities of life.
But they all play a role in Lesserman street.

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