Thank you for every tear that I have shed
The late nights I spent crying in my bed
Thank you for those warm words
And all those cute names you called me.

Idiot, madman, ******,
They have such a nice ring to them
I can't wait to see you again
And father still doesn't care.

I remember the good ol' days
When you used to hit me
You still try some times
But old age has become your downfall.
Now we count the days which pass,
My wonderful mother and I.