dear god
tell me
why'd you send her
it wasn't my turn

holding you here in my arms
im so lost
but so in love

tonight my teenage years stop
and i see myself
i see myself in your tiny fingers grasped around my one
in your every little body part wrapped within the white recieving blanket

tommorow we'll go home
tommorow i'll make my own family
but tonight im not feeling any of this
not believing the mistake we've made
how can we make a family for her
we're just kids

i cant see
and i cant believe
'cause none of this was made for us
its not our turn

tommorow ill come up for air
ill see the one thing we've made together
and ill cry as my tears fall onto her little blonde strainds of hair




 
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