I TRY TO BE PERFECT
I TRY TO GIVE WHAT I CAN
I TRY TO PLEASE
I'M ALWAYS THERE
IT HURTS TO KNOW I'M ALWAYS 2nd.
THEY DON'T SEE ME THE WAY THEY SEE HIM.
I STRUGGLE WITH MY THOUGHTS AND THE PAIN IN MY HEART.
HOW COME I SEE WHAT HE'S TO BLIND TO?
MAYBE THERE STILL YOUNG AND DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT I MEAN WELL.
9 MONTHS AND LABOR PAINS, SOMETHING HE'LL NEVER KNOW OR FEEL.
DOES THIS MAKE SENSE OR IM I JUST BLINDED BY MY OWN SELFISHNESS???
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
I TRY TO BE PERFECT
I TRY TO GIVE WHAT I CAN
I TRY TO PLEASE
I'M ALWAYS THERE
IT HURTS TO KNOW I'M ALWAYS 2nd.
THEY DON'T SEE ME THE WAY THEY SEE HIM.
I STRUGGLE WITH MY THOUGHTS AND THE PAIN IN MY HEART.
HOW COME I SEE WHAT HE'S TO BLIND TO?
MAYBE THERE STILL YOUNG AND DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT I MEAN WELL.
9 MONTHS AND LABOR PAINS, SOMETHING HE'LL NEVER KNOW OR FEEL.
DOES THIS MAKE SENSE OR IM I JUST BLINDED BY MY OWN SELFISHNESS???
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