The chills I get when these thought begin
Almost feels like it’s December again
You are in fact
A low life piece of crap
I cannot even begin to address
What kind of a mess
You brought when walking into our life
She was the patient and you were the sergical knife
Piercing into her skin like a doll
with the nasty words; punches; and all
When she tried to seek better
You laughed because she knew you wouldn’t let her
Leading her to believe that all she will ever need
Are a couple pills and of course you’d succeed
And while all this was going on
Her kids were worried from dusk til’ dawn
At those times when we needed her the most
You only found the need to boast
Said that she will never ever care
As long as you were breathing the same air
I know everything is different now
Finally gone from the picture, wow
My mother has turned her life around
There’s nothing you could do to drag her down
She has learned from the past
Now I’m the one laughing at you for thinking that it would really last
Always remember that each day that you’re living
You’re the last person I will be forgiving
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
The chills I get when these thought begin
Almost feels like it’s December again
You are in fact
A low life piece of crap
I cannot even begin to address
What kind of a mess
You brought when walking into our life
She was the patient and you were the sergical knife
Piercing into her skin like a doll
with the nasty words; punches; and all
When she tried to seek better
You laughed because she knew you wouldn’t let her
Leading her to believe that all she will ever need
Are a couple pills and of course you’d succeed
And while all this was going on
Her kids were worried from dusk til’ dawn
At those times when we needed her the most
You only found the need to boast
Said that she will never ever care
As long as you were breathing the same air
I know everything is different now
Finally gone from the picture, wow
My mother has turned her life around
There’s nothing you could do to drag her down
She has learned from the past
Now I’m the one laughing at you for thinking that it would really last
Always remember that each day that you’re living
You’re the last person I will be forgiving
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