every time I've made you frown.
For every grey hair that I have caused,
and those I haven't.
This is time to say thank you for everytime you've been there
and every time I wouldn't let you.
For every time I needed you and wouldn't ask
and those I did.
This is for not always knowing when you mean best
and for sometimes thinking you're a pest.
For knowing how hard it was to raise me
and never taking time to appreciate it.
This is for those times we'll go without talking
all those times where I'm so mad I can't stand it.
For knowing that when I'm done being stubborn,
You'll still love me.
