Mama? Where is my bottle?
Mama? Where is my dad?
Mama? Where do we go when we die?
Mama? Is god real?
I could have been a better son
I could not have asked stupid questions
I could have done the dishes
The ones covered in blood
They could have been clean
But the ****** took her anyway
No more bedtime lullabies
No more airplanes in the tunnel
No more fun on the beach
No more trips to the zoo
She should have raised a baby girl
Mama? Where are you?