Monents like this
I’ve been picking up the pieces
Trying to get them together with stiches
But even the 5-0 prolene won’t hold
Let it gooooo
I was told
By people who say they want my best
But they secretly want to put me to rest
I don’t think I am gonna win this contest
And then I ran back home to mama and say
Waaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit for me
Don’t leave
I dont wanna try no more
Tired of setting all my scores
Just want to get them back for calling you a whore
And we’ll ride of together into lore
Ooooooh- oooooooooooh
Whoaaaaa- ooooooooooaaaaaah
We were in a narrow minded small town
Daddy went fishing and drowned
They all sat we’re so sorry for you
There was nothing for mama to do
Other than sell her body for drugs and money and toddy
My friends in school say’ ur mom’s a prostitute’
I try to punch them in fortitude/i keep my head calm in fortitude
Every night some bearded man takes my mom to bed
My mommy says its okay
Say’s that’s how she get paid
They give her money as a trade
But each time a different dick enters throigh the door
I burn to my very own core
I just want to growl and roar
But I know he’d probably beat me black and bluuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeee
And there’s nothing my mom could dooooooooo
CHORUS
moments like this i fly away in mind
To another planet where everyone’s so nice and kind
And my daddy is well and alive
And the quiet thrive
We three sit on a couch
In our picketed three bedroomed house
Watching those funny rom-coms
No need for money at aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllll
In the backyard my dad and I play ball
In this world there’s no trick, just sweet treats
So much love just for me to keep
No more tears left to weep
All those bad men all gone in oblivion
All magicked away by Vivian
They all seem so trivial
No more flowers filled with vitriol
I get to be finally happy for real
Copyright © Hrishant Singh | Year Posted 2026
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