3, 6, 9, 12 months
Counting the days like a child does
A child you always claimed I was,
Oh I feel better and better as the numbers go up
Looking at the calander now I am proud
Of the woman I have become
The woman you never thought I was
And free from what my foolish heart thought was love
Because I have kissed the lips of fate
And those lips had an entirely different taste
I felt the hand of a real man, who wiped tears from my face
Every time I look at him I am more then okay
I am great
A year ago today, and man, that went by fast
A year ago today I was latched onto my past
But today I can look at your face and laugh, and laugh, and laugh
3, 6, 9, 12 amazing months
Planning the days like a grown woman does
And spending those days with a man worthy of my love
My body has regenerated cells that you have NEVER touched
What a great year this has been and was!
Oh, I feel stronger and stronger as the numbers go up
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
3, 6, 9, 12 months
Counting the days like a child does
A child you always claimed I was,
Oh I feel better and better as the numbers go up
Looking at the calander now I am proud
Of the woman I have become
The woman you never thought I was
And free from what my foolish heart thought was love
Because I have kissed the lips of fate
And those lips had an entirely different taste
I felt the hand of a real man, who wiped tears from my face
Every time I look at him I am more then okay
I am great
A year ago today, and man, that went by fast
A year ago today I was latched onto my past
But today I can look at your face and laugh, and laugh, and laugh
3, 6, 9, 12 amazing months
Planning the days like a grown woman does
And spending those days with a man worthy of my love
My body has regenerated cells that you have NEVER touched
What a great year this has been and was!
Oh, I feel stronger and stronger as the numbers go up
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