You started telling me
what happened when you were little
how your mom was abusive
how she trys to buy your love
how you still have scars
from where she hit you
your parents split up
you dread the fridays when you go to your moms
i feel your pain
when the clock at my house hits 9
i know where your going
i break out crying praying you'll make it
make it through the 2 days with her
then feeling better when its sunday
after church, cuz i know youre dafe again
i know everything will be better
once you turn 18 you will be so much happier not having to worry about going over there anymore
i wont have to cry anymore fridays for you
but one thing i will always cry
about the pain and
scars
