Just the start of it all

When her mum is out and it gone past three
and she misses her mum the way she used to be
'cause even when her mum is sitting in front of her eyes
the smell of alcohol lumes and she sits there and sighs

for the constant bad atmosphere is so hard to bare
when she wonders if there would be less trouble if she wasn't there
and there are those nights when her mum treats her good
and thing start to feel the way she always thought they should

but by 11 am promises broken the very next day
with the half empty cider bottle she thought she hid away
and when sits in the quite wondering what her next stress Would be
because her mum isn't home and its just gone past three

when she lays on her bed as the door opened wide
and she knows that there home and she starts to cry
as her mum calls her name to join the next debate
she loves her mum so but so many things she hates

she tells her mum she right and kisses her lips
the drench of stale fags and beer makes her feel sick
but she still walks up the stairs telling her mum to sleep tight
and lays awake furious listening to arguments all night

with no one to talk to and thoughts in her mind
of when she was younger and her mother was kind
every night her mum promises her a better life
that they'll go away and everything will be alright

she dint know where next week she will end up
so now when her mum promises she just says shut up
and talking to her mum like that makes her feel sad
but here mum had no guilt for making her daughter feel bad

then she goes to school late the next day
her eyes barely open cant stay awake
she tell her Friends she was on the computer all night
she knows her friend think well serves you right

but another day passed another day wasted
no work again and unable to face it
buries her head deep in the sand
cries again head in her hands

she wonders what it would be like to have a mum which was sober
if her dad wasn't a drunk would he'd have lived till he was older
then harsh reality strikes well i her dad had died fast
how long would her mothers luck last

but every night she tells her self she'll cope
and her mother will change , and thats there still hope
but how can she not worry while all her mum friends are dieing
the thought always haunt her every night she is crying

she says to her mum " please mummy stop"
but its still past 3 when she looks at the clock
and there are those nights when her mum stays at home
but with a house full of alcohol she still feels alone

she wonders how alcohol could be more important than her
when there cider in her mothers arms she wishes it was her
and she still loves her mum even through all the pain
holding on to hope that things will be right once again

and every day when her mum picks a fight
and shes sitting up stairs full of sorrow and fright
she gathers all the good memories to stop her from hating
but its gone past three and she still at home waiting

with a father died she just cant let her mum go
but it hurts that she don't know why she loves her so
but its just gone past three and nothing is right
but she gonna keep hoping her mums worth the fight

true story </3