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My mother
She’s so preety, she knows it all
For me she brakes any kind of wall
I lied to her I know that’s bad
But she couldn’t stay to long mad.
I made her cry so many times
But never told me what she hides
I owe her so much, first my life
She didn’t let a ***** to be my wife.
Let me choose, see for myself
What happens without any help
I crashed, I cried, I almost died
She caught me, brought me back high.
I’ll never get to pay her back
For every time she got my back
She evem bought me some cigarettes
Making me happy, trying her best.
I’m not perfect, I know that
Wish I could change the past
She is no more, I can’t let go!
As an orphan, What can I do?
I’ll try to stop now crying
Stop wishing about dyeing
I’m so proud I’m your son
The proudest you were my mom!
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