Sometimes I look at myself

II try get on with my life I'm a going out kinda person I liked dancing on Fridays. I loved the company of my daughter. But then I'd start to miss her My heart turn to love. Why god? Did you take her To the heavens up above. sometimes I look at myself And I see u in my eyes Your curved lips I can't disguise. It was as you my beautiful daughter You made my life worthwhile, Your sweet kind nature And beautiful big smile. I miss you using the word mum I miss your elegance and style. I miss you my precious girl When I stop feeling sad My thoughts turns to love.