The Good and Bad
wen i think of the gud times i cry,
wen i think of the bad times i cry even more,
wen i member seeing ur face i tear up,
but wen i member seeing ur smile i cheer up,
wen i see u in harm i pray,
but wen i see you gettin betta i have faith,
wen i hear her laugh i smile,
but wen i see her sad i put my head down,
and wen i look at her baq i just want her back,
i just miss all the gud times we had
Copyright © Demetria Scott | Year Posted 2010
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