My mommy told me a story
About when she was my age
She told me of her mother
And her sudden fits of rage
She told me of her education
At a beauty school
And how she did her mother's hair
Because she forced her to
She said that if she did it wrong
If one piece were awry
Her mother would scream and call her names
Rip down her posters and throw her things
She explained how she's a physco
And why she hates her so
Of all the times she tried to commit
And how she was always stoned
She told me that her mother would
Chop off all her hair
And at times she was confused
With the wrong gender
"And that is why I am so mean
And crazy and dumb and drunk
And why I never talk to her
And don't have her in my thoughts"
I hate to say that she is right
People do have it worse
But I still feel like I need to go
But I'm glad you didn't first
I'm glad to say and be truthful
I do love my mother so
Even though she can be mean
But she will never leave me alone
