her love is tainted
barely there at all
she's cold and jaded
her back against the wall
always on the defensive
with no intent to listen
shes stubborn and stuck up
and can't stop bitchin'
and if she wasn't my mother
there'd be no way to tolerate
her aura of negativity
the way she spews hate
the way others brush it off
with an understanding nod
after all she has God...
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
her love is tainted
barely there at all
she's cold and jaded
her back against the wall
always on the defensive
with no intent to listen
shes stubborn and stuck up
and can't stop bitchin'
and if she wasn't my mother
there'd be no way to tolerate
her aura of negativity
the way she spews hate
the way others brush it off
with an understanding nod
after all she has God...
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