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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 itís 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 otherís 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