Now i know who you think i am,
Wounds that cut deep,
Salted from your lips,
And i'm just trying to get around all this confusion.
Im not a perfect mother I wasn't ready
but i try i learn daily
And you say i give to much,
i dont give enough
And you say i gotta grow up
Then i cry.....
I was a wife for about 3 years
Was a mother of two kid
I'm only 25 and going up every May
all the life that passed me by.
I'm just trying to reach out and grab it,
i don't want to be bad at what i do,
i cant make sense of it anymore,
looming at the minds door,
I wish i had wings to fly out of this body,
writhing in the pain of the things you said,
and i have always been daddy's girl haven't i??
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