Being a mother is very hard
with all the pains of growing up
the only difference this time is
it's not happening to you
but it's happening to your child.
Sometimes I just want to say don't be such a retard,
I want to help, I'll cheer her up, I'll get her a pup
but what she says is get lost and mind your own biz,
I know she sad, I feel it too
And I'm afraid for her cause she can get wild,
She's very difficult and makes life hard
I have to watch out she may throw that cup,
I've tried to talk to everyone even her friend Liz
I go to talk to her, when I see her she is blue
I wish I could have been with her just for a while,
Before her life went bad, got tired, even hard
I start to cry, her time is up
The doctor comes..Excuse me Ms?
I turn around and say, what am I to do?
I turn to face myself, and walk the road of infinite mile..
