Why do you put up with the pain
Why can't you just be strong
Why do you give me the feeling
That I did something wrong
You sit there and let them hurt you
Create bruises on your face
All I really want from you
Is to have a mom to embrace
But some things are more important to you
Like booze and drugs, and oh yes the guys
The men that hurt you without regret
In the night I can hear your cries
And you forgive them
and take them back
because somewhere inside
you think its something you lack
I wish I could do anything
To make you see
You don't need them mom
Because you have me.
But Ill never add up
To what you find in them
Because Im just your dumb daughter
And they are men.
So the bruises will come
And maybe even death
But maybe you'll change
I won't be holding my breathe.
