Dear momma.
When is was a kid i let u on your own.
Hangin in the park.
Not beeing there alone.
Smokin pot, everyday.
Let u pay.. for all things i done.
allways gone
Did my own things.
spread my wings
Even now it was bad.
Let u with a bad-mind.
Leaving u there sad.
And momma i wanna say.
That it give me tears.
To finaly see u happy.
After all these years.
Cause pain is what i gived.
And love is what u get.
Momma i have tears.
Momma i feel bad....
Auteur: **fleying mind** | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 30 juli 2004 | ||
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