I wish i could say that you're my hero still to this day.
But thing's have happened and you've made my life turn to hell.
Somewhere i wish i could feel the love that I'm ameant to feel from their very own mother, but instead I'm feeling bitterness between us two.
Hating what you gotta do, hating what you gotta say.
I don't pretend to be something I'm not, you just think I'm somebody that i ain't because i know exactly who i am.
I ain't perfect and never will be wish you could see that.
You watch me being broken.
You watch your daughter get hurt.
You make me broken.
YOU MAKE ME HURT.
I know that our relationship is never going to be OK.
Is it because you get mad?
Is it because I'm your daughter?
Why do you love everybody else more than me?
How come i live a life where I've gotta cry myself to sleep?
I thought mothers were their for their daughters not daughters their for themselves.
I know you love me somehow,
But what I've gotta say is that i just don't understand how you've made this life of mine hell.
