October 16, 2015
Moms make us
Care for us
Take care of us when we're sick
Stop our nightmares
Bandage our ouchies
So when we're teenager
Why do we stop talking to them?
Cause when I get sad
All messed up in my head
My mom made it go away
Like a pro
So if when you were little
And your mom could make the nightmares go away
Then she can still do it
She can make the nightmare of being a teenager go away.
So talk to her.
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