Momma holds me in her arms
and rocks me till I sleep...

She was supposed to come home
from school today...

Do you ever think about dying
or does it never cross your mind...

All that really matters
is how other people feel...

There's the little boy
with glasses...

All alone
suffocating...

Momma left me out in the scorching heat
she said it was either this or i get beat...

You were everything that made my life.
You were my prize, my daddies wife...