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Sometimes I wish I wasn't me When the washing machine leaks buckets and you stand transfixed and never tell me or I want a badly earned cup of tea but you decided it would be fun to pour the milk away Sometimes I wish I was someone else When you smash one of my favorite things because you like the sound or you use the toilet on display to relieve  yourself And boy just sometimes do I wish I wasn't me? When all your questions leave me addled and all your screaming leaves me deaf with fear of another thundering sameness day Who would I be? The posh Mary with the new fence that never rusts? The perfect house and shiny windows No  not for me too boring The women that rent the new complex I dont even know there names Than dress up in all the latest gear Go to the woman with the green door for beautification have meals out and wine at home No, not me at all. Right now I'm glad I'm me again As you wrap your arms around me Towering over me, and give me a goodnight kiss None of those other women are as sure as me that the kisses they get are as loving or genuine as the ones you give me None of those other glamorous women with their uncomplicated lives and false nails are as sure of a lifetime of love as I am I just forgot my gratitude If I wasn't your Mom, I dont know who Id be....... Yes I know now I know who Id be! Id be bewildered!
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May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish I wasn't me When the washing machine leaks buckets and you stand transfixed and never tell me or I want a badly earned cup of tea but you decided it would be fun to pour the milk away Sometimes I wish I was someone else When you smash one of my favorite things because you like the sound or you use the toilet on display to relieve  yourself And boy just sometimes do I wish I wasn't me? When all your questions leave me addled and all your screaming leaves me deaf with fear of another thundering sameness day Who would I be? The posh Mary with the new fence that never rusts? The perfect house and shiny windows No  not for me too boring The women that rent the new complex I dont even know there names Than dress up in all the latest gear Go to the woman with the green door for beautification have meals out and wine at home No, not me at all. Right now I'm glad I'm me again As you wrap your arms around me Towering over me, and give me a goodnight kiss None of those other women are as sure as me that the kisses they get are as loving or genuine as the ones you give me None of those other glamorous women with their uncomplicated lives and false nails are as sure of a lifetime of love as I am I just forgot my gratitude If I wasn't your Mom, I dont know who Id be....... Yes I know now I know who Id be! Id be bewildered!
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May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
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