Do Over

What shall I do when I feel for one yet think of another

     To hate the one they say call birth mother

        Don’t try and figure me out

           That is what causes some to doubt

       Never knowing what’s inside my head

             And yet saying they hear the words I said

                 I can’t fight that old shadow from the past

                    Nor will I make a promise that won’t last

                        There’s not many things I can control

                            Having played the victim role

                                Yet one thing I can’t ever forget no matter how hard I try

                                     Was when I smiled more than I cried.