For what my Daddy don’t do and what he did. I had to pay with my life. Far away for her face. She did not even want to see me grow up.
At Christmas as we try to celebrate the holiday with a woman who tells me all I talk about is adoption. I have many thing to talk about. But like don’t tell me to stop talking about the label you put on me? Ok?
She liked me way better when I was quiet. To bad. Linda lives in me and even if Linda’s our to lunch in Oregon. She can see clearly here in Cali as I see after all this time of quiet how you really feel comes spilling out all over me.