Mom takes another sip and she falls to the floor
she said she would be home in an hour...
but it turned out to be four...
i get her a glass of water as it all comes back up...
all the drinks she had tonight coming from her ...but
i cry outside the room asking God to make her change
asking him to keep her from going out
and playing this lame game
but she does it over and over again and it never seems to stop
the achohal takes over her and one life is all she's got
her friedns are more important when it deals with fun
im there for the rebound
when she comes home drunk
sick of all this misery and being left alone
knowing that i was born a mistake
and hopeing alive she'll come home
but i cant seem to let her go i still love her
but how can i be so patient
with this women who id my mother!
