*Mother, you ask me to cut the cake
But mother, oh my sweet mother,
I'm merely holding a knife here
Mother you think it's my birthday and I should be happy,
But little do you know,
Mother, my incognisant mother
You see, this here in my soft, tender hands
It's more tempting than the candles you brought,
More intimidating than you sitting in front,
It brings the flashbacks more than a picture does
To you, it's something as superficial as love
But to me, my mother
To me, it's a reminder of all the things I could never be,
That I belong to no one,
And mother, that none belongs to me*
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
*Mother, you ask me to cut the cake
But mother, oh my sweet mother,
I'm merely holding a knife here
Mother you think it's my birthday and I should be happy,
But little do you know,
Mother, my incognisant mother
You see, this here in my soft, tender hands
It's more tempting than the candles you brought,
More intimidating than you sitting in front,
It brings the flashbacks more than a picture does
To you, it's something as superficial as love
But to me, my mother
To me, it's a reminder of all the things I could never be,
That I belong to no one,
And mother, that none belongs to me*
