Fantasy vs. Vodka
That's when I'll say: "From Russia with love."
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Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been.
Would you’ve been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?
I payed for the murder before they determined the sex.
Choosing our life over your life meant your death.
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes.
Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you faught for your life?
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your schoolclothes and made me mad?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Think about it every day, so I picked up a pen.
To tell you I love you whoever you would’ve been.
