I am your daughter of this I am sure
But for this enraged pain there is no cure
You are all caught up in the life you had to miss
Because you had become promiscuous
Seventeen such an odd number but that’s when my soul awoke from its slumber
You had become a mother
Not knowing what to do
You still took care of me and you
But now you miss the years put aside
Blowing me off while I slowly die inside
It builds up so greatly
Immersed in pain
Drowning in the sea of your memory
New ones are sometimes made
But still each one burns a hole through my heart
And the tears start
When I cant take much more I call you but you don’t even want to talk any more
I am like a lost puppy
Wandering around looking
Searching for that one who birthed me and gave me life
For that I one I remember
When I was but a child
In the years of my innocence
