I told my Mom some things today,
I wish I'd said another way.
They eat me up inside,
these things I'm forced to hide.
I told her how he makes me feel;
I told her just "what's the big deal?".
She didn't seem to notice
so I came right out and told her.

She didn't seem too happy,
she just kept talking at me.
I cannot stand another day,
I shouldn't have to live this way.
She needed to know how I feel.
I came right out and told her.