Just For You, Mom...

Yes, mom, I did something bad,
Just last night I cut...
I think it's maybe just the fact,
That you called me the neighborhood s***.

Yes, mom, I know it's bad...
I know it's not alright...
I'll just go to my room, and go to bed,
And I'll kiss the blade good-night...

Yes it's true, I'm ugly, and you're pretty...
I'm always wrong, and you're right,
I'm just nothing compared to you,
I'm never going to win this fight.

You, mom, you're what I cut to...
You're what I cut about,
You're the endless white box,
And I'm just trying to find my way out.

When I look in the mirror,
I see you screaming in my face!
Telling me I'm worthless...
Telling me I'm misplaced...

The scars on my body...
The scars on my soul...
A cut up heart,
Beating out of control...

But it's okay, mom, it's okay,
Just blame it on me again...
You always have, and always will,
I might as well get used to the pain...

So...yes, mom,
This is all true,
You've hurt me so much...
And these scars...are just for you...

(C) Christina Hurley.
12-10-2006