You met a girl, but made her a mother.
You have problems of your own how can you take care of another.
So your thoughts are racing, your feet are pacing.
It turns out you made a little girl
You could have had someone to make your world
But one night you took your own life.
That was two years ago and something still isn't right.
And every night I think what would life be like.
Copyright © jamie willhite | Year Posted 2012
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