Funny I become a part of things
that I have never bothered with
remind me again, why was she furious with me
and blame me for losing her job?
Mumma, you know I hate it
To see you on the verge of tears
Drop-dead on the floor,
As if nothing is left anymore
So with my soothing voice, comfy hugs
And calming endeavour as I step forward
To give you a piece of my mind
You split my heart instead
And drag me down along with you.
You say what I dread,
Of ever hearing from you
To whore around for money,
Or not do it anymore
Mamma, I thought you knew me,
Better than anyone in the world.
I'm so drained of being in your,
second-hand smoke.
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