Yes, momma, my day was fine,
But really, I'm deeply crying inside.
Everyday I'm just dying at school,
Waiting to get home, so you can ask,
"How was your day, honey?"
And I can reply with a grin on my face,
"Yes, Momma, my day was fine."
But really, I'm deeply crying inside,
And I can see you smile,
For the first time that day.
After hours of working,
You wait for my return.
So I can smile and lie to your face.
I'm so stuck on my problems,
That it doesn't hurt anymore,
To lie.
No, Momma, my life is hell...
