• God Mom,
    I don't care what your excuse is,
    But I just don't want to hear it anymore
    You make me mad
    All the time
    And even though you don't know it,
    After I march up the stairs in frustration,
    I hide my face in my pillow
    And cry

    I cry and cry and pray
    That tomorrow will be a better day
    Than today
    But my answers are never heard,
    A letter left unread,
    And I'm left
    Sinking in this hole,
    Wondering if I'd much prefer
    Being dead

    I don't want to feel this way anymore
    But when it's me against you,
    You're always the one
    That gets the higher score

    I can't put up with this,
    I have my own life,
    I don't want to deal with
    All this stress and strife

    And when dad calls
    Asking if everything is okay,
    I can't bear to tell him
    How I feel,
    So I just don't say

    And late at night,
    When I pray for everyone else
    Out there in the world,
    I hope they pray for me
    I hope their prayers are heard

    I don't want to feel like this anymore
    I can't and I won't put up with this
    I know can't run away or
    Hide forever...

    I wish I could slip away
    Into an alternate universe
    Where all my pain and agony
    Could be chopped up and severed

    I wish, I wish,
    But wishing gets me no farther
    Than where I was before,
    So I guess it's still just you and me
    And that ugly, ugly board that shows
    The score