I've drank from a glass half full but yet i still thirst, its as if i cant quinch mines

I reach my mind out for answers from the one whom gave me birth, but yet momma cant answer it all !

Now momma dont cry for me, water to expensive to waste, i just search for something so close i can taste

But i cant feel, so i stand still as i watch myself fall into something we've all know better than to do

But yet keep repeating these same mistakes as if we'll make it thru,

Now aint no yellow brick roads where im from just gravel and dirt and lessons to learn

And lord knows i've cried myself to sleep a many time, just cant seem to do enough, to as they say "to get mine"

but its gotta get better !

cant seem to get a grip on how the world say i should be

cant look in the mirror the reflection confuses her & me,

So much fear in her eyes i cry when my relection upsets her,

Don't want to think it can get any worse, so its gotta get better !



© 2008 Shalise Greenwood