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My mother
You wasn't the greatest.
You wasn't the worst.
But having a mother like you,
Is like being cursed.
You wasn't always there for me.
And everyday it wasn't you who I would see.
I would get in trouble for things I didn't do.
Then I sat in my room and cried boo hoo.
It was like you didn't even know I was there.
I don't even think that you cared.
Are you happier now that i am gone?
Or won't you give me the true answer Dawn?
There are so many things about me that you have missed.
You weren't even here For me to tell about my first kiss.
As I get older I'm beginning to see.
Now that I am gone, you can be free.
I can forgive but i can't forget.
Sometimes that is all that you get.
Living with you was like living in hell.
There never was anyone around that I could tell.
These past nine years have been the best years of my life.
I just hope you are here when I become a wife.
I have missed you over the years.
But nothing can make up for all of the tears.
Most of the nights I do still cry.
But I am still trying to figure out why.
I don't know if you miss me.
I don't know if you care.
But once I find you, I will be there.
You wasn't the worst.
But having a mother like you,
Is like being cursed.
You wasn't always there for me.
And everyday it wasn't you who I would see.
I would get in trouble for things I didn't do.
Then I sat in my room and cried boo hoo.
It was like you didn't even know I was there.
I don't even think that you cared.
Are you happier now that i am gone?
Or won't you give me the true answer Dawn?
There are so many things about me that you have missed.
You weren't even here For me to tell about my first kiss.
As I get older I'm beginning to see.
Now that I am gone, you can be free.
I can forgive but i can't forget.
Sometimes that is all that you get.
Living with you was like living in hell.
There never was anyone around that I could tell.
These past nine years have been the best years of my life.
I just hope you are here when I become a wife.
I have missed you over the years.
But nothing can make up for all of the tears.
Most of the nights I do still cry.
But I am still trying to figure out why.
I don't know if you miss me.
I don't know if you care.
But once I find you, I will be there.
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