I don’t understand why people are so afraid of rejection? You try, and if it’s not gonna happen, it’s not gonna happen! It’s their loss anyway.. I can find another them, but they can’t find another me! .. Don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable.

Thoughts run through her mind, It’s impossible to sleep What a waste of all that time, How did it get so deep? Her heart begins to race, The tears begin to swell, Why can’t she stop her heart From giving her so much hell? The pieces that were taken Can never be restored, Parts of her are changed, But it won’t happen anymore. She will regain her strength, She will come out on top, She will keep on smiling Until the hurting finally stops. And when at last she realises, It has all come to an end, She’ll get back in the game Until it all happens again.

There’s two things I know for sure: She was sent here from heaven and she’s daddy’s little girl. As I drop to my knees by her bed at night She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and I thank god for all the joy in my life Oh, but most of all For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking little white flowers all up in her hair; “Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it’s my first ride.” “I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried.” In all that I’ve done wrong I know I must have done something right to deserve a hug every morning and butterfly kisses at night. Sweet 16 today She’s looking like her mama a little more everyday One part woman, the other part girl. To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls Trying her wings out in a great big world. But I remember Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking little white flowers all up in her hair. “You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you don’t mind I’m only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.” With all that I’ve done wrong I must have done something right to deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses at night. All the precious time Like the wind, the years go by. Precious butterfly. Spread your wings and fly. She’ll change her name today. She’ll make a promise and I’ll give her away. Standing in the bride-room just staring at her. She asked me what I’m thinking and I said “I’m not sure-I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl.” She leaned over…gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there, Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair “Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it’s just about time.” “Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don’t cry!” Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong I must have done something right. To deserve your love every morning and butterfly kisses-I couldn’t ask God for more, man this is what love is. I know I gotta let her go, but I’ll always remember every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG.. IT WOULD BE SO NICE TO DANCE TO WITH YOUR DAD ON YOUR WEDDING DAY..

I hate the University of Western Sydney.

I hate people who won’t stay out of other peoples’ businesses.

I hate waking up in the mornings.

I hate waking up EVER!

I hate being hungry.

I hate hearing about death and sickness.

I hate that bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people.

I hate how impatient I am.

But most of all, I HATE THAT I DON’T LIVE IN HAWAII!