I used to be my moms little angel at 3
than the bitch left and we were stuck free
No matter how much we cried she alone wanted to be
Along with another father for me.
Because I never wanted that for me.
I have to work hard to keep my family tree.
Growing smooth as long as time keeps me.
Mother’s day is the time to feel the love I blur.
Mother’s day is the day to be alone and scare.
Mother’s day is the day to kill the brain and stare.
Is the time of the year to ask myself why is it that she didn't care?
Why is it that time passes and is not fare?
Why would you stand out in my thoughts if you were never there?
Why is it that you had us and when u left never cared?
Why would you stand for all those years away and never send a flare?
Why when I was with you my heart felt complete and bare?
This felling I have I never share and I know is rare.
A Mother I never had, but to all the rest of mothers, from my heart you are mayor.
