A mother shouldn't make her daughter cry
or bring her pain from the ***** little lies
that she tells just to take the blame off herself
from the problems that she leaves all dusty on the shelf.
There's nothing in this world that can compare
to a mother's love, but it’s just not there.
I sit here crying alone in my room,
just want to sweep my sadness away with a broom.

But I'm scared.
My mother’s just not there
for me when I need her.
So I hide away my feelings, an imaginary creature.

Worthless, stuck under the surface,
another girl thinking she's got no purpose.
'Cause home is not a home when I'm getting beat
by the words my mother says, getting stomped under her feet,
Taken advantage of all the time.
I'm just looking for and trying to find
a place of peace and rest
from my troubles and this mess.
Things aren't the way that they seem,
I just want to get up and scream.
I'm all alone in this world...