Me and Mom


It’s three forty-five in the mornin’
Can’t sleep cause these thoughts keep roarin’.
How do you presume to be respected,
When you can not even do whats expected?

Mom and I are working towards a friendship.
But, every time we get close I let it slip.
Never really ever been that close at all.
Never really ever been the one loved most of all.

‘How many times do I need to mention,
Stop seeking negative attention!’
‘We’ve seen plenty of your negatives
Let’s be recognized for your positives.’

Mom and I are working towards a friendship.
But, every time we get close I let it slip.
Never really ever been that close at all.
Never really ever been the one loved most of all.

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Me and my mom try to get along, but I always have to go and do something. Then, she gets mad at me and we have to start all over.