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