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Tiny heartbeats beneath me I could've sworn I felt you breathing And yet... I couldn't wait to meet you To see your big eyes, colored blue And yet... I never got the chance I'm sorry I couldn't fight But I would've given my last breath I would've died For you Started with a pink plus sign I knew you were mine And yet... I imagined you growing up I was ready to give you love And yet... I never got the chance I'm sorry I couldn't fight But I would've given my last breath I would've died For you It was three in the morning, I'm in a hospital bed With blood on my legs, I was a mess Your daddy had tears in his eyes And I could already tell Because I felt empty inside, I was empty inside What wouldn't I give? There's nothing I wouldn't give I wish I was dead And yet...
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
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Tiny heartbeats beneath me I could've sworn I felt you breathing And yet... I couldn't wait to meet you To see your big eyes, colored blue And yet... I never got the chance I'm sorry I couldn't fight But I would've given my last breath I would've died For you Started with a pink plus sign I knew you were mine And yet... I imagined you growing up I was ready to give you love And yet... I never got the chance I'm sorry I couldn't fight But I would've given my last breath I would've died For you It was three in the morning, I'm in a hospital bed With blood on my legs, I was a mess Your daddy had tears in his eyes And I could already tell Because I felt empty inside, I was empty inside What wouldn't I give? There's nothing I wouldn't give I wish I was dead And yet...
nikki-whittaker
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
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