Unable to erase you from
memory...

I read my daughters poem
boy was it funny...

I cannot tell you truthfully
of whom my heart belongs...

Tread softly onto my fragile heart
for my wounds have not yet healed...

A tiny teeny little weenie
no bigger then my thumb...

Tread softly onto my fragile heart
for my wounds have not yet healed...

She sat upon her daddy's lap
her eyes were filled with tears...

Your sorry ass, you make me sick
disgust is all I feel...

Don\'t hold your breath for me to break
I caught you in the flesh...