Mom, I do know that our relationship isn't what it should be,
And I really do love you and I know deep down you love me,
But I fear that the love is buried down way too deep,
Farther than I can dig to find what I do seek,
Or maybe it's just that I'm not using the right tools,
And that I am often breaking what you set forth as the rules,
I know it's not just you and that we both have our faults,
And one of them is that we both make stubbornness an art,
Maybe one day it will be fixed, but that time isn't now,
Because my heart is filled with all the hurt it will allow.
