Jul 18, 2005 13:12
then the baby came
before i found
the magic how
to keep her happy
i never was the fantasy
of what you want
wanted me to be
don't judge me so harsh little girl
i'll say it loud here by your grave
those angels can't
ever take my place
somewhere where the the orchids grow
i can't find those church bells
that played when you died
played gloria
talkin bout
hosanah, yes
don't judge me so harsh little girl
i'll be home
to take you in my arms
"I have a lot of questions right now. I know it's a free-will planet. Things happen. But you know that saying, Bad things don't happen to good people? That's a painful lie, and it hits you on such a core level. I know now that I have an appreciation for the miracle of life that I didn't have,
but I don't believe in the saying that it all happens for the best... it's just not appropriate."
before i had mia so many little things mattered, it mattered the drama... it all mattered and now every single bit of it is trivial. every single goddamned bit of it.