I can see it in her eyes
when she comes creeping in.
She's been somewhere she promised me
she'd never go again.
She thinks that I won't know it.
She thinks that I can't tell.
She forgets how many times
she's put us through this hell.
She's sitting right beside me,
but She's not really there.
There mothers slowly dying,
Killing herself without a care.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
I can see it in her eyes
when she comes creeping in.
She's been somewhere she promised me
she'd never go again.
She thinks that I won't know it.
She thinks that I can't tell.
She forgets how many times
she's put us through this hell.
She's sitting right beside me,
but She's not really there.
There mothers slowly dying,
Killing herself without a care.
I miss you N