Family feuds you refuse to see this despair,
damaged relationships, something we just can't repair.

All of this drama it's wearing me down,
thinking of leaving this god awful town.

I can't take it no longer I'm tired of the fight,
worried sick your keeping me awake at night.

Your my mother not my child,
your off the rails you've gone wild.

Abuse your violent mentally ill,
you've tortured my mind I can't keep still.

I've tried and tried to help you get well ,
your beyond this now I really can tell.

I have my own family, got to live my own way,
I can't keep feeling hurt by the things that you say.

I know your trapped in this mental frame,
too much to handle, I cry with the pain .

Family feuds I can no longer connect,
it's making me Ill, myself I need to protect

Brainwashed no control over your mind,
wishing there's a button so I can press re-wind.

Back to the day you met this awful fate,
I'd warn you off, tell you not to go through the gate.

9 years of torture you've been under a spell,
you haven't been yourself, you've really been un well.

We've tried to protect you save you from the mess,
watched you being beaten, frustrated by the stress.

Its hard for us as your daughters,
we can see you that your drowning in the deepest waters.

Watching you waste away your all skin and bone,
the weakness in your voice I can hear it in your tone.

This man is more than evil, he sends shivers down my spine,
with the thought of him killing you, is an awful worry of mine.

Finally he's gone he's left his mark on you,
we are here to help you, don't be ashamed of you.

Brainwashed your starting to open your eyes,
to the damage that he's done and all his harmful lies.

Looking at you I see how you  cry,
47 years of hell but you get up and try

your fragile too frail like your ready to break,
I'm not sure how much more your able to take.

Frightened I'll wake with you no longer here,
thoughts of you this way I let out a tear

Your hurt yes your angry with this I agree,
don't make these threats, cut the rope from the tree.

Your my mother for you I will always care.
slowly your starting to age, the grey is showing in your hair.

It's not too late to make a change,
although its hard and at fist it seems strange.

looking at you there's no sense of hope,
thinking of ways I can help you to cope.

Inner issues lead people to misuse,
selling their bodies, taking drugs they abuse
themselves they can't get no help their stealing off the shelves,
To survive in this life this crime is now rife,
young kids ruling the streets they're armed with a knife.
Inner Issues torturing peoples minds their trapped in this hell,
need a fix, looking for things they can sell,
to get through another day amongst this badness, you can see the real sadness in their eyes, you can hear their tortured cries.
They've become numb to this way,
I see it everyday, In the depths of their darkness I hear them pray,
for a better existence, you can feel their resistance to, change for the better from jail they write a letter, the rain is getting wetter.
Inner Issues their tortured by abuse, they can't call a truce to all of this abuse,
a slave to the devil, they're on a deeper level in this life they revel.

You call me up on a Friday night,
drunk again you've started a fight.

You come knocking at my door all hours of late,
I thought men were respectful by starting with a date.

You stay and do your deed no cuddles or any kissing,
trying to figure out this puzzle, can't find the piece that's missing.

You stay away through the week you never answer my call,
feeling used and abused once again, I curl up into a ball.

You say we are just friends you don't want to commit,
there's no respect at all not one tiny little bit.

You can take yourself off to someone elses bed,
I'm sick of your lying and you messing with my head.

Listening
Open
Visionary
Exciting

The day that you left me, oh what did I do that was wrong?
left me pregnant for another lady now it's time for me to be strong.

Carrying our child I'm feeling awfully scared,
you've walked out on us you've never really cared.

Counting down the days until our child is born,
my world has collided my heart you have torn.

What do I do now? How will I get over you?
don't want to believe these rumours, even though I know they're true.

Our son arrives your nowhere in sight,
I cradle our baby bring him close to me tight.

Suddenly they rush him away,
i cry in my pillow with each thought that I pray.

The doctors return a few hours later,
our baby didn't survive in the little incubator.

Shocked I can't breathe my mind is a blur,
angry by the thought of you being with her.

The day that you left my world was washed away,
wondering if our baby would be here, if I knew how to make you stay.
I