Mom

You can't see what to do
Your eyes are closed with fright
My eyes are closed too
But my heart is filled with might

You can't see where you are
You're too stubborn to look
My cries seem to be too far
Cause you're writing my book.

I can't love who you've become
You're care feels so fake
I don't want to be your rerun
so I'm doing whats best for my sake.