She told me to do it, she told me to die.
She said it didn�t matter. She said do it, I don�t care.
And then she said she was never there.
She watched so carefully while his arm was on my neck.
I knew there was blood on my head, from the previous hit.
She saw the tears down my face and I knew
she saw the scars on my arm, she watched me close
my eyes as I started to sink down. She watched me collapse as I hit him hard.
And she says it never happened.
This is what I get from a mother who was �always� there for me.
