my mother was a rolling stone
i guess where ever she found a glass was her home
chasing a man that probably never existed
caught up in the life of family visits
i never understood her even now i can't figure her out
the cutting the drinking the slick words from her mouth
she was broken
she still is
washed up into the world of freedom she forgot about her kids
i think she's jealous of me
i guess i need to explain
what child would believe their own mother hated her due to her jealous rage?
I did, i do
i make my life what it is and she still can't find her way through
thinking that she'll get another chance and i want to tell her it's over for you
i thought at one time she'd love me and come back
but she never did
i thought she'd love me and we could for the past but i never did
i just can't forget
the regret
the shame
the embarrassment
it's attached to my last name