Rich Dinner

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My parent never said "you did a great job"
And I'm here walking with nonstop
Maybe this just the beginning
For lonely and empty or...
Maybe waiting for something
Sweet candlelight at the dining table
Spoon and fork clinking with each other
Gold chair and napkin never get older
When I'm trying to pick the grape
They were stick with their steaks
Once they done, they'll move on
Wipe their mouths with thins of tissues
Like we never have trust issues
Here I am still sitting in the corner
When my siblings get up from their seats
Get out from the dysfunctional atmosphere
Angels shake their heads in the corridor
They left me alone and make me bored
I'm expecting for 'conflicts'
Drinking my last straw like it's nothing
My tears is drying, my soul is dying.

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