• It started off a while ago,
    Long before I came to know.
    I was little and didn't realize
    With her, there was no compromise.
    Days on end she would leave,
    Now my tears come out in heaves.
    She left me numb and without feeling,
    My life and soul are already peeling.
    Some might say this isn't true,
    But I know it is, and it makes me blue.
    I was there and I lived it.
    On the porch I would sit,
    Waiting and watching for her arrival.
    She went to rehab and suffered from her deprival.
    She went back to the bottle
    And in the door she'd tottle.
    The smell of beer was on her breath,
    And I could tell she had done meth.
    Throwing names and toys and such,
    My childhood was broken, she didn't have the mother's touch.
    2 years after that my aunt came along,
    Singing with her a happy song.
    She fixed most things I never thought would heal,
    I started living again, I was starting to feel.
    Every once and again I recall,
    Why I hate my mother afterall.