her love is tainted barely there at all she's cold and jaded her back against the wall always on the defensive with no intent to listen shes stubborn and stuck up and can't stop *******' and if she wasn't my mother there'd be no way to tolerate her aura of negativity the way she spews hate the way others brush it off with an understanding nod after all she has God...
my mother in a nutshell though no one is that simple