It is that hollow feeling of loneliness deep inside,
And no matter what I just can't hide,
Can't hide that fact that my problem can't be helped,
I'm left alone with the cards that were dealt,
No one can understand the pain I'm going through,
The pain of having my heart ripped in two,
No one can say that they know the pain I'm going through,
Because the pain comes from a women that gives birth to you,
She is called mom,
And she is suppossed to be loving and true,
But her heart and words are cold,
And do nothing but harm to you,
What have I done to receieve this disrespect from you,
Do you really regret the child you gave birth to,
Because you do nothing but push me around and put me down,
Sometimes i can't help but feel like being six feet underground,
It is that hollow feeling of loneliness deep inside,
And no matter what you just can't hide,
Something in your life is missing and it is sent from above,
The most important thing in life and that is a mother's love
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