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Created on: May 15, 2008
'Happy Birthday' - (Extended Version)
It's your birthday today, but you're not here in my arms to celebrate.
Every year I look at the same sky, I look at the calendar on the same date.
Not a moment goes by that you're not in my heart, or on my mind.
I wish the clock would stop so I could turn back the hands of time.
There's no going back now, I can't undo what has already been done.
I didn't know that my heart could break as a consequence of having fun.
To think my heartbreak was caused by me, a legally arranged death.
I wonder if you fought for your life, did you think of me as you took your last breath?
I love you whoever you would have been.
Would you have had my nose? Would you look like him?
Tears are dripping from my eyes; I guess I deserve it too.
As a mother I'd have already failed, I put my own life before you.
I look at other kids and wonder if they would've been your friends.
Would you have been a little trouble going out on the weekend?
Would you have been my sweet little girl, would you've been a mini me?
Would you have been a mama's boy, or a clone of your daddy?
I would've loved you whoever you decided to be.
I hope I see you in heaven, maybe in time you'll forgive me.
You were two more eyes that will never see.
You were two more hands that will never hug me.
You were one more heart that was stopped.
You only cost a phone call that wasn't a lot.
You were breathing, at the time I didn't know.
You were feeling but you couldn't say No'.
I wonder if you were screaming.
Were you dreaming?
I'll always love you; I hope God is your parent now.
I'm sorry that I'm the reason you're not around.
It was never your fault, its not that I didn't want you.
At least you don't have to live in sin, I know it sounds crazy but it's true.
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