Westhead - Without A Laugh

No one here is really what they seem
The ceilings cave on top of wooden beams
And all of them inside that little house
Want nothing more than food and getting out
I'll throw a ball and see if you can swing
I'll play a song until you start to sing
But I'll be going home without a laugh
Thanks to every little judgment that's been passed
To be a loving son
The youngest one
I see you know it all too well
Growing up by this is always hard
A family's love can only go so far
I might not be here every single week
But for you I can always bear to speak
To be a loving son
The youngest one
I see you know it all too well

Written by:
Maxwell DiFrisco

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Westhead

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