Ever since i was a little girl,
i was left all on my own,
i was her girl to love and to hold, but none to have which she has shown.
and still today i can't get why,
i sit in my room and cry cry cry,
I'm moved in with my aunt and i should be happy
but besides that fact I'm feeling really crappy
i sit at this desk day after day
crying my eyes out, and i sit to pray
o dear lord, i love my mom so
but why did she leave, why did she go?
and still today, i don't have my answer
sometimes i wish i could die of some cancer,
i can't really say when things will get better
but in spite of it all i choose to write this letter
I'm hoping in return i will get a reply
telling me its OK, and begging me not to cry
for Ive been wounded badly,and theres nothing anyone can do
because i lived my life with a mom who didn't have a clue
