Sometimes i wish you were here to guide me through life, the way a mother should.Sometimes i'm mad at you for leaving me in a cold world to find warmth by myself.My dad says you were a crack head and was no good, but i do not believe him.I don't have no memory of you, and sometimes i think it is good cause its hard to cry over someone you never met. But sometimes it hurts when i see other girls with there mom, wanting that same affection. I just simply wish you were here with me. R.I.P Iris...
