Mother Mother
you are a disgusting liar
I have had the heart
torn from my pure white flower
It was not beautiful
It was not how you said it would be
Did I call your name
when they made a woman of me
Mother Mother
seems the truth does not become me
Life has put these
wretched lines of age upon me
It is not beautiful
It is not how you said it would be
As the days go by
oh they make a cynic of me
It is not beautiful
It is not how you said it would be
Mary Mother of God
well I never never never never
Let the truth be told
I could have been better better better better
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
well I know these things now
Mother's pride is so misguided
and misleading