my own flesh and blood, yet so blind
blame it on your daughter, 'couse she's crying. She's the one how is afraid, afraid of the world outside. Blame it on your daughter, 'couse she's the one who choosed to become like this. Blame it on your daughter don't stop for a second and think that maby it has something to do whit you, maby it's a result because on the lack of love she had during her growth. Maby she needs something you can't give her, are you gonna' deny her the things that makes her happy just because you're not the one who can give it to her, you can only take it awey.
Finally she's ready for the word not scerd of letting go, are you gonna' hold her back?
Finally she's ready for the word not scerd of letting go, are you gonna' hold her back?
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Postat av: Kakan
don´t say you weren´t loved when you were growing up, like mother like daughter, one cannot blame the other all the time!! Denying is the hardest thing mothers have to do, but oh so necessary! //Kakan
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