My Dreams of Her

I drift back and wallow in my self-demise There's a wicked conflict that lay behind my eyes My under reaction to your explanation, it seems I could care less for you, even in my dreams Your excuses were over-rated Just like mine Look inside my mirror And know that you are to blame For what you find My mother was a parody of a beautiful life There's pill bottles stashed behind her pictures Her memory is a parody of a beautiful lie Even when I dream of her, I'm angry When I speak of her, it is with anguish And the problem lies behind my eyes So nobody can see It never escapes my mouth So no one can hear..