A story of my mother, and the life of mine that she made hell

I cannot remember the days that she did not say

I brought you into this world, and i`ll take you away

I cried so many nights, and cried even more days

As I tried to get along with her, and I just counted all the ways

I cannot even remember the last time she said one kind word

Such as I love you or I care, from here mouth would never be heard

But that is not the worst part, of all this time I have been in this place

There are the times when she looks at me and laughs in disgrace

Trying to find the words, the ones that would make me cry

But I would not let her see the tears well up inside my eyes

And when she was gone I would let my tears flow down my cheeks

And I wondered why the lord just hated me so

Ever child just wants a normal home, where to feel safe and warm

And a place where there is no threat and there is no harm

But I have never been to such a place

I just have the awful memories

Of her hand across my face