My Mother I know that I have done her wrong Instead of apologizing, I sing more songs Songs of hatred and loath, all the same Because it’s always been one big circular game Where I think she hates me, and vise versa too But deep in my heart I know what is true Yet though I know, I still stand aside And let it take over me, my arrogant pride So into each other’s eyes we stare Camouflaging our gaze with despair And to our friends we both complain About all the unbearable grief and pain But right before we sleep, we sit and pray So that the other can have a wonderful day |
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