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The good times are gone.
The way we had fun, every time I get home
you were there with a smile ready to run to me.
Walk in the door and hear my baby saying dadda.
Now its gone, we couldn't even talk.
Sitting on the couch with that loud mouth bitch, who threw
me down like dirt, she didn't think that hurt.
My emotions run deep, like a rapid river.
Thinking I'm not gonna see my baby anymore that gave me a shiver.
A little quiver of the lips, wiping away the tears.
I was there for the first year of my baby's life,
I"m not missing the rest, put me down to rest if you thinking I'm taking that test.
She is my world, I'll do anything to be with my baby girl.
The way we had fun, every time I get home
you were there with a smile ready to run to me.
Walk in the door and hear my baby saying dadda.
Now its gone, we couldn't even talk.
Sitting on the couch with that loud mouth bitch, who threw
me down like dirt, she didn't think that hurt.
My emotions run deep, like a rapid river.
Thinking I'm not gonna see my baby anymore that gave me a shiver.
A little quiver of the lips, wiping away the tears.
I was there for the first year of my baby's life,
I"m not missing the rest, put me down to rest if you thinking I'm taking that test.
She is my world, I'll do anything to be with my baby girl.
This poem means a lot to me
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Im sorry man