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Mother you never wanted me The truth slipped between the space between your teeth You tried so hard to bite free from the leash Stabbing a heart wasn't much damage Well done Mother, well done But you failed once again Sorry after all these years, You see I walk on a thin piece of hair I might slip and land in my own dark abyss Don't worry I wont struggle when my hands loose grip 8 years slapped to my lips The ivory bars a tattoo on my face I start to itch between my fingers, The chalk beneath my feet More innocent than your regrets You're close, you're close Under your skinless feet your walking uncharted territory Smoke signals coming from your cigarette whispers Pressure me to crack my dry skin The bitter taste threatens to come out I hear a tick, a tick You don't carry boulders of maternity and promises You don't seem to care anymore Your scent of deception and stuck up nights Did the price of prostitution pay off right? Mother, mother I can finally hear you The hate, the price of your sins 8 years gone paper bonds paid Mother you're no where here Mother mother all this time I held the truth on the tip of my tongue The lies written all over my smile Mother, mother you sick **** I'll see you when the rose blossoms.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
Mocking Mother
Mother you never wanted me The truth slipped between the space between your teeth You tried so hard to bite free from the leash Stabbing a heart wasn't much damage Well done Mother, well done But you failed once again Sorry after all these years, You see I walk on a thin piece of hair I might slip and land in my own dark abyss Don't worry I wont struggle when my hands loose grip 8 years slapped to my lips The ivory bars a tattoo on my face I start to itch between my fingers, The chalk beneath my feet More innocent than your regrets You're close, you're close Under your skinless feet your walking uncharted territory Smoke signals coming from your cigarette whispers Pressure me to crack my dry skin The bitter taste threatens to come out I hear a tick, a tick You don't carry boulders of maternity and promises You don't seem to care anymore Your scent of deception and stuck up nights Did the price of prostitution pay off right? Mother, mother I can finally hear you The hate, the price of your sins 8 years gone paper bonds paid Mother you're no where here Mother mother all this time I held the truth on the tip of my tongue The lies written all over my smile Mother, mother you sick **** I'll see you when the rose blossoms.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
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