I wake up in the morning
And I can't help but think
Of your smile and pretty face
Of the love I once had for you
Of the love I have now
I can't help these thoughts
They rush through my head every morning
Of your soft sniffles
Your laughter and your cries
The thoughts about your future
Of what could've been your life
I can't help but think
Of everything that could've been yours
Of the short life you have lived
Of you
I can't help but think
Of you
You were my inspiration
You gave me my first feelings
You were there for me to play with
When I had no one else
Thats why every morning
I tend to think of you
Of what your life could've been
Of what you would do
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