Why must you make me feel like the bad guy?
Why do I have to be the villain on life's grand stage?
Why is it when things happen in my life
I'm expected to drop everything for your one strange thing? You're my mother not a nagging wife

I'm not ungrateful, like you make me out to be,
I have limits you do know that
So why do you have to keep pressing and trying me?
I love you mother but I'm cracking, I know you can't see it
But I cry inside, when you put me on a guilt trip