I sat in that hospital and watched you die, I went home and I didn’t cry, all I did was sit there, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t blink, I felt dead. And I still do I don’t wanna know that your gone and not home with me. I was like 7 years old when I got my first dance routine down and I was like, mama this air bubble right here is gonna make me fly. “I wanna fly can you take me far away?” Is what I asked and you said “some day” but I figured out you flew faster than me now your happy in heaven where I shouldn’t be I thought you would take me with you but that was never accomplished and now I wonder if I never said that, would you still be here? So, is it really my fault?
