I Try To Be a Good Girl
I sit here on this porch
Puffing on a other Camel Cig
Wonder where my life will go as I grow older
Will I ever find the guy of my eye?
Will I ever get to see my kids again?
Will my mother change her lien ways
I try to live my life to the fullest
But I always regret it
I go to church when I can
I try to be a good girl
But it’s like trouble always seem to find me
Sometime it feels like god is punishing me
Before my dad died
I had someone to run too
And talk too
Now I got No one but myself
I feel so alone in this world
God please give me sign
Copyright © Kristina Gilpin | Year Posted 2011
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