"Momma!"
"Momma!"
You tell me of your nightmares, and your home life.
"Momma!"
"Momma!"
You tell me of how you're in pain.
The pain of being alive, pain of your real mother's drug habits.
"Momma!"
"Mum!"
Then, you tell me you're fine. I know you're not.
No matter how many times I ask. "Uh yeah I'm fine..."
"Mom."
"Mom."
When your face is red in anger, you say you're fine.
When you push everyone away, you say you're fine.
"..."
"..."
Then you say no one cares about you.
