Mother
Pull down the shades
Against the impending storm
A rain of screams and shouted insults
While we sit stunned and weeping
Answer me this one question
What good does it do you
To scream at a blank wall
To sit in your corner brooding
Thinking of more schemes to try and pull me over to your side
When I don’t feel the way you do?
Go back to your normal life
Sleeping through your own death
Unaware of your fellow men
Or your own child
Go back to sleep
So you don’t have to feel
So you don’t have to think about me
Pull down the shades
Against the impending storm
Cause I’m about to let you hold it
I’ll show you where all my flaws come from with a mirror
Take a good look at my psychosis
Take a good look at my enemy
You, I can’t accept your explanations
I won’t listen to your bullshit anymore
I’ve chosen to leave you behind, a forgotten toy
Broken too much for mommy to fix
And too cheap to bother to replace
And too plastic to bother to replace
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