You looked at me,
an innocent child not knowing what was wrong,
you made me think what you done was okay,
you kept me wondering why it hurt each day,
'no' isnt a word you'd let me say.
Listening, pretending she doesnt know,
how can a mother hear a childs cry,
how can she let me ask her why,
and promise me your an 'alright kinda guy'.
I thought i was on my own,
you made me believe each bruise was deserved,
nightmares were my life,
mam was your wife,
until you took it to far, and used the knife.
Everythings different now;
I am thankful for how my life has become.
Laser to my stomach removed my scars,
mam done what she can to give me her heart,
but each day i remember her watching my pain,
and for me, she'll always be the one i blame. UNSUPPORTED CODE