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Mommy...

I really can't keep doing

The things that I do

The things that I know

Are just making me miss you

Mommy come back

Just fix my mood

You're the only thing I need

You always know what to do

 

I really can't keep doing

The things that I do

The things that I know

Will remind me of you

Because if I can remember

Just one more thing

I know it'll be harder

For me to see

And there'll be less of a reason

For you to leave

 

 

I really can't keep doing

The things that I do

The things that I know

Will disappoint you

I shouldn't self harm

Cause the thought of you

Looking at my scars

Of me thinking that I had nothing to lose

Nothing to live for

Living life with no muse

 

I really can't stop doing

The things that I do

The things that I know

Will relieve you

The things that I know

Will make you proud

Make you see the daughter

You missed being around

 

Just don't live your life

Full of regrets

Cause, Mommy, if you did that

Your life would be a mess

Believe me, I know

That's how I started too,

But, Mommy, trust me

I will always help you through

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glayz-welch
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Oct 15, 2015
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