I do not deserve the title,
Mama's precious daughter.
When I am nothing like,
Soft running water.
Mama's precious daughter,
She's witty and clever,
Balancing her life all together,
But I ain't mama's precious daughter,
I am far off being a precious gem,
When all I do is cry and complain,
About the things that I can't gain.
She's brave,
And daring,
Just like mama.
But I am not mama's precious daughter,
I plan my sentences in my head,
But I am always years late.
Mama's precious daughter,
Curves a smile on her face,
Voice like heaven,
But I ain't mama's little darling.
I waste my time on dreaming,
With a face so haunting.
Mama loves she,
Her wonderful,
Darling daughter,
But I am just an exception– the,
Opposite of,
Mama's precious daughter.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
I do not deserve the title,
Mama's precious daughter.
When I am nothing like,
Soft running water.
Mama's precious daughter,
She's witty and clever,
Balancing her life all together,
But I ain't mama's precious daughter,
I am far off being a precious gem,
When all I do is cry and complain,
About the things that I can't gain.
She's brave,
And daring,
Just like mama.
But I am not mama's precious daughter,
I plan my sentences in my head,
But I am always years late.
Mama's precious daughter,
Curves a smile on her face,
Voice like heaven,
But I ain't mama's little darling.
I waste my time on dreaming,
With a face so haunting.
Mama loves she,
Her wonderful,
Darling daughter,
But I am just an exception– the,
Opposite of,
Mama's precious daughter.
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