I'm losing everything I thought I wanted gain.
Once I had it all I didn't feel sane.
The car, the house, the sweet little pup,
I feel so liberated now that I'm giving it up.
The words he spoke were sincere and sweet
But the reality of life with him makes me feel like I've been beat.
I'd rather be alone than be here with him,
And for the thousandth time, I'm swearing off of men.

You think when you become a parent you put your needs second to theirs.
But instead you take them for granted because they're always there.
You're human and you hurt. You're selfish and you forget.
They are watching everything that's a part of you and me.
They don't learn what they're told they do what they see.
If you're in pain you might forget theirs.
You make bad decisions and of your mistakes you make them your heirs.
The sins of the father (or mother) are visited upon the sons (or the daughters)
We don't notice till it's too late, we've taught them to sin and to hate.
It's us they hate but love at the same time.
We punish these children and don't notice till we're past our prime.
We can only hope they'll forgive because forgetting would be to say that they've never lived.

The thought of you makes me smile more than seeing his face.
Since you left I feel there's an empty space.
I don't sleep well unless we're tangled up together.
Anyone else's touch makes me feel fettered.
You walk in and you leave, you can never stay.
I have just a small part in your petty little play.
But, for all that, I'm OK

I think of you almost every other hour.
I always think of you when I'm in the shower.
He does his best, but to my heart he can't lay claim.
And for that,  you are to blame.
I sleep in your old shirts you left at my place
and when I dream, I see your face.
I know that you will have no mate and no home
but when you're in town, I'll answer the phone.
I'll take what you give and be happy with that.
I'm one of many and that's a fact.
But just to hear you whisper my name,
I'll risk it,
I'll play your game

I'm a thief of the worst kind;
a mother who's selfish, bitter and out of her mind.
I stole their childhood,
because of me it wasn't great,
it wasn't even good.
No one to bake their birthday cake
no one to play with or skate.
I didn't take them to the movies or the park
I was always ****** up, everything dark.
I stole and and they can never get it back.
They forgave me anyway
because they're awesome like that.
Some people lose their kids but I threw mine away
Too lost in my addiction to take them out to play.

I'm falling in love with him and he only things I'm cool.
I take only what he's willing to give because I'm a fool.

The wall too high, the moat too deep; if I'd met him years ago he would have been more free.
The ache has obscured his sight so much, he can't even see me, refuses my touch.
So he guards, he deflects and strums his guitar, sings of past loves and looking at stars.