Everybody has goals, aspirations or whatever, and everybody has been at a point in their life where nobody believed in them.
Youre still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
It's just hard to meet new people, in my position.
I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
These times are so hard, and they're getting even harder.