oh mother oh mother what have i done?
do you yell because i was not a son.
the only daughter that you had.
oh mother why are you insanely mad?
nothing i do is ever right.
all we do is fight, fight, fight.
i want to make you proud.
but your voice only gets loud.
iam a puppet on a string,
nothing more then a thing
trash iam broken
evil is the way spoken ...in referance to me.
emotion and pain are very free.
dear mother you speak with such dread...
may be i should be dead.
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