Another love.
Why did my baby die,
Why did she have to go and make me cry?
Another love, a sweet delight, another lonely evening tonight.
Another loss, another pain, another picture that I will frame.
Another experience, another end, another sadness that I can't pretend.
Another year passes by; I get through the days by getting high. I struggle to cope, and I pray and hope that it never happens to you. 🌷
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