They set me free awhile ago I missed a few seasons But im glad I missed the snow I missed you too, baby And our darling babies Oh honey, it’s good to be home
As soon as I settle in My life seems better Until you walk out the door My white coat matches Your colleagues clothing Which matches the shade of our door
And youre gone, youre gone And you think its okay You’re gone youre gone And you think I’m okay You’re gone you’re gone Please come back from space
My self worth falls down the drain And the tears fall out of my eyes And the kids fall down at the playground And the sane thoughts fall out of my mind And my love pulls them back in a moment But I know for sure that they’ll leave Oh my self worth falls down the drain And its something I’ll never retrieve
Oh, my children I love you More than my clouded eyes can see But theres a difference between loving and deserving And I deserve misery God tells me what I must be And I deserve misery
The water runs out of the faucet Filling our little bathtub The newspapers will say that ive lost it But I know what needs to be done Twelve feet line up outside the door Children its time for a bath
I was tired of writing about how depressed I was, or how much I missed someone. I wanted to write about something real. So this is my attempt at Andrea Yates' perspective on murdering her children.