When I was a young girl my mom wasn't there,
she was always working and it didn't seem fair.
no one else worked; she did it alone,
we only talked when I called on the phone.
my dad is insane so he didn't help,
if I needed to talk I talked to myself.
but through out the whole time I could see,
why they weren't always there to talk to me.
I used to cry every single day,
whenever she told me that she couldn't stay.
because I knew what was out there and it scared me so,
that I didn't know wherever she'd go.
I thought she'd get kidnapped raped or would die,
that i'd lose her forever and be forced to ask why.
but what could I do; I was so young,
and no one could hear the song that I sung.
nobody knew no one felt the same,
why I was so happy at night when she came.
I knew about the dangers of where she was going,
and sometimes I feel i'd be better not knowing.
