Fork In Your Head
Tough love is not putting you down.
You need to pullover and think,
Change your path.
When you come to the Fork in the Road
And you do not pick it up---Then…
You trip…and fall…and wonder…
How did I get a fork in my head?
One cannot call for help.
One does not have a job,
To pay for a phone.
There are people who love you,
What about responsibility of self-respect.
Tried to help—don’t know what to do anymore.
Don’t wait too long to figure things out.
Only want the best for you.
So for that reason—I cannot enable you…
I do not see u anymore…u never call…
Life will never be the same…
My son is addict…
My life has changed…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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