In my mother’s eyes, I am a failure
I am why she cries
the reason for every tear
the truth is plain to see
She gave birth to her misery
I am a failure, in my mother’s eyes.
You were 14, happy, in yet...how did you die?
You always loved to write, so why no goodbye?
Did you close your eyes, and count to three
If so, how do you erase a happy memory?