I may not be the prettiest,
Nor am I the most easy-spoken
But I thank you for believing that I could be.
"You're not held back by those degrading ideas."
I might be insecure
And think that I can't end up getting my dream
But thank you for not listening to my rumbling
There's no occasion I'm writing this for
I just wanted to make sure you knew that
I love you, mom.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
I may not be the prettiest,
Nor am I the most easy-spoken
But I thank you for believing that I could be.
"You're not held back by those degrading ideas."
I might be insecure
And think that I can't end up getting my dream
But thank you for not listening to my rumbling
There's no occasion I'm writing this for
I just wanted to make sure you knew that
I love you, mom.
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