The chills I get when these thought begin Almost feels like it’s December again You are in fact A low life piece of crap
I cannot even begin to address What kind of a mess You brought when walking into our life She was the patient and you were the sergical knife
Piercing into her skin like a doll with the nasty words; punches; and all When she tried to seek better You laughed because she knew you wouldn’t let her
Leading her to believe that all she will ever need Are a couple pills and of course you’d succeed And while all this was going on Her kids were worried from dusk til’ dawn
At those times when we needed her the most You only found the need to boast Said that she will never ever care As long as you were breathing the same air
I know everything is different now Finally gone from the picture, wow My mother has turned her life around There’s nothing you could do to drag her down
She has learned from the past Now I’m the one laughing at you for thinking that it would really last Always remember that each day that you’re living You’re the last person I will be forgiving