Scarred Heart

Mommy came home late last night, her and Daddy started to fight.

Mommy has a problem you see, she's addicted to that stuff that makes you feel free.

It's white and powdery and she sniffs it up her nose, and sometimes she even misses my ballet shows.

She tried to get help, it just wouldn't do and because of that were always on the move.

I've lived in the ghetto in almost every town. I've seen the thugs and the gangster clowns, but you see I'm still not mad at my Mommy, it's not her fault I'm mad at the people who made her start.

Just because I don't have a pretty pink dress, or pretty patton shoes it doesn't matter I've got clothes that will get me through.

Mommy is really nice at heart, and she always tells me nothing will tear us apart.

But, Mommy can't you see that everytime you do a line it puts a scar in my mind, and after so many scars we will have grown apart.

You will have broken my heart.