Why did you do it? I didn't know it would hurt you so much. So, if it would hurt me a little bit then it would be alright? Now, come this time every year I can't do anything. You are my can't do anything.
Three small chunks of my soul Ripped right out of my chest Every weekend
The same **** thing The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye With them The screaming, mistrust and hateful words With him
The pain seems neverending And never getting any better All the bridges burned Without a single look back
But regret can build and build When you realize some bridges Can't be rebuilt
And yet I can't regret him Or the pain he dealt to me Cause he helped to create Those three small pieces of my soul
And they may be small But put together They create my life as a whole
Every Weekend The same **** thing And it hurts Finally having that feeling Like you're actually whole Then all three pieces Get RIPPED Right out of my soul
And until next weekend **I cannot feel whole
For Krystalyn, Klairety and KJ, my three beautiful children that I love dearly and miss even more when they're away from me. Update: I haven't seen my children on two months, please copy and paste this link www.gofundme.com/r5wnpsd5 read my story and help if you can, thank you.