Some times, something’s just don’t go right. In the end it’s not the result that defines us, it’s how we get there.
I sometimes wonder as I lay wide awake why?
Was my life meant to be this way?
Was I meant to make the mistakes I have?
If that be the case -.^ something’s wrong with the way things are made to be.
If its not do I then accept that I screw up so ofter?
I wonder what my life would have been like with my mum.
Don’t get me wrong my dad is more like my best mate then my dad, but you can’t help but wonder can you?