you were my everything
my mind my heart my life spring
i tried i tried to protect you from
the truth the hurt the smoking gun
then i grew up and saw your finger
pulling the trigger
bringing death that lingers
real mothers don't do that
you can never go back
and I'm sorry for you.


the smoke the lies the hazel eyes
held me down with your disguise
you held my everything
my mind my heart my life spring
like a contaminated water supply
broke my back by and by
hauling your burden piled to the sky
telling me to go ahead and cry
real mothers don't do that
love you with a razorblade blood black
and I'm sorry.


take your thorns petals frayed
I'm not yours to throw away
I hope you feel the way i do
I hope you give yourself up too
and it's never felt so good
bird flies like it thought it could
real mothers don't do that
false remorse after the fact
you must be sorry...
I would if I were you.