hmm ett tag sedan men de sitter kvar

känns som om de va igår man stressade och folk lätt mig göra de och tankarna kring de snurrar fortfarande hemskt att vara med om det önskar jag ingen. nej fy fan.
när jag sitter så här o funderar över mitt liv så har jag fått lära mig mycket..

men att en sån sak va så hemsk trodde jag inte. absolut inte att de skulle sitta kvar nästan 2 år efter :S


massor har hänt och jag har lärt mig massor om bland annat olika människor
det har varit otroligt lärorikt.

nu har jag varvat ner och börjat stann aupp jag vet vad jag gjort fel o glad att jag kommit på de men de finns folk som e 1000 ggr värre som tur e de har jag märkt nu..

det bästa som någonsin hänt mig är min underbara dotter.. vilken skänk från ovan de va.. och trodde inte jag skulle klara det så bra att vara mamma men jag har lyckats får beröm över hur duktig hon är ofta och det är kul att höra då har man hittills gjort ett bra jobb..
kommer fortsätta så med :D

det är inte alltid lätt och hon är nu i trots åldern men jag klarar de bra ändå.
vi skrattar mycket ihop dansar mycket pratar och leker med hennes leksaker det är så mycket mera men gud vad det är underbart att vara mamma...

byter aldrig de emot något :D
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Happy Birthday...so make a wish

Verse 1:
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?
I payed for the murder before they determined the sex
Choosing our life over your life meant your death
And you never got'a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a foetus if you faught for your life?
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your papa da Piper?
Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been
Happy birthday...

Chorus:
what  I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake!

Verse 2:
I've got a millon excuses to why you died
Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide
Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have?
I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad
The fear of being my father has never disappeared
Pondering frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake
Now you've got a little brother maybe he's really you?
Maybe you really forgave us knowin' we was confused?
Maybe everytime that he smiles it's you proudly knowin' that your father's doin' the right thing now?
I never tell a woman what to do with her body
But if she don't love children then we can't party
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been
Happy birthday...

Chorus:
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
What I thought was a dream (yeah, make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake!

And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space
Happy birthday...

From the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space

Happy birthday...

Chorus:
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake...!


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