Didn't sleep all night
8,000 miles
Fought with my mother, been going for a while
She doesn't understand me
I don't understand myself yet, who is doing these things?
I love her to death, But I just feel like
... A burden, a broken window, a stain with no solution.

I have to feel bad, I want to hate myself, I need to conform
And change.

Yet I hope and feel like I'll be okay, Someday
I just want to make her proud in some way,
To make us both feel okay,
To not drown,
To start over somehow
...And heal her scar
Because I gave her the grey hair, and the pain