how are you doing?
oh not good today, why?
thats right, i almost forgot
your own flesh and blood dissapoint you
no one can do anything just right
the bills stacked 50 feet high
never thought you'd end up like this?
you said its never about you
if thats true
why do we walk on eggshells to please you!
your mood swings back and forth
like a swing when the wind blows
saying I'm worthless, never good enough
the words you speak hurt
as knife is going thorugh my skin
but not just in my skin
in my mind
I'm a waste of life
you make me believe it
so mom, how you feel now?
you know that your games you play
acting like your age eight
your stares like glass
cutting into me
I hope you realize
it has always been about you.