Why must you fight,
To justify you're right?
When it comes to you,
Being mad at mom?

You she doesn't deserve me,
She doesnt care about me.
Well your dead wrong.

She has been there,
When you have not.
She knows I care,
About her a lot.

An abundance of love,
Goes out to the mother who fights.
She will never give in,
Your divorced.

I will not leave here,
And go to that state.
I will stay with her.

Mom loves me very much,
It's who she is.
Ive known here more than you,
In the past eight years.

Don't fight her,
You will lose.
I will return home to her.

She's family.
She's my mother.
Drop the act.

I will go home.
Sooner than I thought.

out of the blue you came,
and for that i was the blame.

the house was too crowded,
sweaty bodies and red cups enshrouded.

i looked and looked around,
but you didn't want to be found.

and then in the backyard i saw you,
noticed you right through.

i asked you 'what's the matter',
you said 'i would rather'.

i gave you a questioning look,
you asked, 'are you Brooke'.

i chuckled at you guess,
and straightened my dress.

you got up,
and pushed the red cup.

i opened my mouth to talk,
but further you walked.

you cupped my neck,
and gave me a peck.

i gasped for air,
and ran my hands through your hair.

your lips connected to mine again,
and realization hit me then.

i was too good for you,
and you were too good for me.

we didn't match,
we were a mismatch.

but just so you know,
i loved you all along.
even though we both said no,
we were wrong.

you were such a party destroyer,
you destroyed me, completely,
mind and body.