You’re dragging behind
Dragging behind,
Your kids left you behind,
Slagging behind

Maybe if you were more kind,
The eldest wouldn't have left you behind,
Maybe if you gave him peace of mind,
The middle wouldn't have left you behind,
Maybe if you never commented on her outline,
The youngest wouldn't have left you behind.

You’re dragging behind
Dragging behind,
Your kids left you behind,
Slacking behind as you whine.

In time,
I know that you will find,
Karma loves to feast on the rind,
Of those who are purposefully purblind.