I won't continue your line But sometimes I wish I did I see my best friend's kids And I see their love Unconditional Unbreathable All consuming And I wish I wish I had that That kind of love That I gave you But was given back They hug me And it's pure And it makes me cry I try not to in front of them They don't understand Like I And still don't How could you see What I see in them And not melt? But you hurt Killed the little girl I used to be I was never a child But a means to an end A means To an end
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