Mother

Father, he cried with his fists one evening His eyes were ablaze from all he consumed Mother, she crawls down the stairs in the morning She's black and blue, broken and bruised Black and blue, broken and bruised She crawls to her room and she screams her hardest Lets the voices inside her head bleed into one She hears his footsteps alone in the darkness She closes her eyes and prays for her son Closes her eyes and prays for her son But no, her son doesn't come And no, her son doesn't come Now all I remember is reading your letter Saying "I'm leaving," not for how long Look after your mother, look after your sister Don't make my mistakes, I know they were wrong Don't make my mistakes, I know they were wrong Hindsight, is beautiful but not so forgiving The truth just follows and festers inside You can choose just what you remember But the truth gets lost and found by your lies The truth gets lost and found by your lies And no, your son will not come And no, your son will not come