(Love me one day, Forget me the next) I am the living, that once was a part to you. ... Till I say again.
I never bonded with my mother. I never had the pleasure of being held as a baby, comforted by mom to monsters in the dark. - The kisses to which would help a scrape that seemed all to mean. - No, I had to steal my mothers affection ... Waking before she does, finding my way into her bed; Only to awaken to her, out the door.