Mothers

You can't comprehend,
You don't get how I feel.
To have you as a mother,
To think that loves not real.
To lose every guy,
'Cause I can't help but get bored.
To pray to get sick and die,
To fall away from the Lord.

Stop repeating things, Mom,
I've heard it all before.
Sex gets you preggo and dubbs you a whore.
Stop crying, Mom, I'm just tired, is all.
I made a mistake, I'm sorry but I'm trying not to fall.
Stop being optimistic,
You're just gonna change your mind.
I'm trying to think, startin' to hope that I'm sick,
I'm getting so tired of these lies.
Stop restricting me, I'm gonna explode.
I'll do what I want, then stand up and go.