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Well, it was raining earlier.
Last night, Megan and I ran through the puddles in my apartment complex.
My mom leaves for Canada tomorrow, for vacation. My sisters and I were supposed to go with her, but things don't seem to work out.
I hope to God that my mom isn't stopped at the border.
You know what's sad?
I mentioned something about Christmas to my mom and she started crying.
I didn't realize it, but she might not be living here anymore. My mom might be living back where we once found ourselves ten years ago.
I think my mom regrets kicking me out more than ever. We never see each other. No matter what happens, I can't look at her the same as I used too.
She changed me, and when she was pushing me further away, she changed herself.
Eyes are the gateway into the soul, her eyes are sometimes so very cold.
It makes me so sad to see such a strong woman, suffering from the past.
No matter what I do, she's just not the same mom. I can't run to her.
You know how there's just that one place that you look back on as home.
Well I lived in that house four years ago, with a happy family, and a secure mother.
I wish she was the same, it's made me stronger.
When I think of her, I will think of the memories of that house, those times.
I wish God could change her, change her back.
Last night, Megan and I ran through the puddles in my apartment complex.
My mom leaves for Canada tomorrow, for vacation. My sisters and I were supposed to go with her, but things don't seem to work out.
I hope to God that my mom isn't stopped at the border.
You know what's sad?
I mentioned something about Christmas to my mom and she started crying.
I didn't realize it, but she might not be living here anymore. My mom might be living back where we once found ourselves ten years ago.
I think my mom regrets kicking me out more than ever. We never see each other. No matter what happens, I can't look at her the same as I used too.
She changed me, and when she was pushing me further away, she changed herself.
Eyes are the gateway into the soul, her eyes are sometimes so very cold.
It makes me so sad to see such a strong woman, suffering from the past.
No matter what I do, she's just not the same mom. I can't run to her.
You know how there's just that one place that you look back on as home.
Well I lived in that house four years ago, with a happy family, and a secure mother.
I wish she was the same, it's made me stronger.
When I think of her, I will think of the memories of that house, those times.
I wish God could change her, change her back.