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Mother May I Say
Mother, mother may I say?
All you've done has pushed me away.
You gave me life, you brought me to this earth
Then you turned me away saying I have no worth.
Abandoned my body at its time of need
At just age of 5 you never loved your own seed.
Then turning to teen, such a change in life
You never called, cared, bothered I was still alive.
Now you waltz back in , seen how much I've grown
Sayin you love me, calling me your own.
When once before I needed your love
I needed you to care, to help me rise above.
Yet nothing I said
Would stick in your head.
What you wanted to hear was all a lie
Not what I ha to say, no I had to let my thoughts die.
Mother, mother may I say?
With ears to see and eyes to play.
I still have love, just buried inside.
Deep in the thoughts I left behind.
You still cause drama within this home
Letting sadness and disparity freely roam.
Bringing the memories back from the grave
From when I was a child, hoping for a save.
I let everything go, so should you too
Let the melancholy remembrance sway off into the blue.
Mother, mother may I say?
What has been done will never come another day
All you've done has pushed me away.
You gave me life, you brought me to this earth
Then you turned me away saying I have no worth.
Abandoned my body at its time of need
At just age of 5 you never loved your own seed.
Then turning to teen, such a change in life
You never called, cared, bothered I was still alive.
Now you waltz back in , seen how much I've grown
Sayin you love me, calling me your own.
When once before I needed your love
I needed you to care, to help me rise above.
Yet nothing I said
Would stick in your head.
What you wanted to hear was all a lie
Not what I ha to say, no I had to let my thoughts die.
Mother, mother may I say?
With ears to see and eyes to play.
I still have love, just buried inside.
Deep in the thoughts I left behind.
You still cause drama within this home
Letting sadness and disparity freely roam.
Bringing the memories back from the grave
From when I was a child, hoping for a save.
I let everything go, so should you too
Let the melancholy remembrance sway off into the blue.
Mother, mother may I say?
What has been done will never come another day
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