relationship with my mother |
I walked into a room of clocks That all told different times A mirrored world where all can See our hidden crimes From rumored whispers in the air To concrete signatures That say we do not care You keep saying that I am bad Creating a wound with a scab And I keep on putting plaster On each cut to heal it fasters You build me up then tear me down When you communicate Which way am I supposed to feel So I just keep getting better faster Behind these walls that I have built A prison with no gate I've lost my childhood innocence I've found my self-belief Behind piles of emotional trash I've found some lonely relief And in that loneliness, I have Sailed a thousand seas You don't want me to disappear You don't want me to hang around So, I cry in disbelief You hold me down you hold me up Mommy are we out of luck We can't communicate Twisted braids of tainted love A jungle we have made You keep telling me I'm bad So, I keep on getting better faster You keep pulling at the scab I keep applying the plaster I've lost my self esteem I've lost my confidence You tell me it's because you care But I think I'd rather be alone Than live this life that's not my own. |