I brush away the tears,
That come at the thought of you,
Because no matter how much I love you,
You need to be here,
A part of my life,
There is a void in my heart,
Where you used to be.
You can't fill it with objects,
Like money or toys or gifts.
Can't you see,
What I need,
Is the mother you used to be.
That come at the thought of you,
Because no matter how much I love you,
You need to be here,
A part of my life,
There is a void in my heart,
Where you used to be.
You can't fill it with objects,
Like money or toys or gifts.
Can't you see,
What I need,
Is the mother you used to be.
Rebel_without_a_cause
Sparkle1pops
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