Sometimes I look at a picture of you
Look into my past
I wonder how your mother treats you
I wonder what I could have been for you
But I had to leave
You see, it wouldn’t have been fair
I’d have treated you like you weren’t my own
I’d have looked at you the way one looks at infidelity
It wouldn’t have been fair to you
I wouldn’t have been fair to you
I’d have been selfish and prideful
But I looked at your picture today
And I wonder where you are
You just turned two
I know you’re smiling somewhere
Giggling
Playing
Living
Without me
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