I sit here on this concrete floor
Just reminiscing, thinking about the past.
Of all the things you ever did to me.
Of all the things you ever did for me,
And of all the things that you never did for me.
You say that you don’t care about me,
But I know that is a lie.
Deep down inside, you still love me
Very much.
You said that I was dead to you.
Well, if that’s the case,
Then turn around is fair play.
If I’m dead to you,
Then you’re dead to me.
For me to sit here and
Say that I don’t care
About you would be a lie.
I love you with everything
I have, but for one reason
And one reason only.
Because you are my mother.
If it was for that fact,
Then I would hate you with every part of me.
I have no way of getting
In contact with you.
So then again, you must not care
About me after all.
Cause if you did,
Then why would you have done
All the things you did to me?
Don’t come to me with your bullshit.
I have enough of my own to deal with.
You know what.
Fuck it.
I don’t want nothing
To do with you.
All you are to me is
The woman who carried me
And gave birth to me.
You ain’t nothing more to
Me and you never will be.
Good-bye, now and forever.
Bitch.