You've always been a good mother,

When you're not being a robot in the hands of your father.

I owe you my everything, it's a fact,

I just wish your father would stop reminding me of that.

He said you sacrificed everything for me.

So I let you go ahead, and be everything that you wanted to be.

I was thirteen, mingling with the wrong crowd.

You turned a blind eye to it, everything I wanted was allowed.

And then the inevitable trouble came.

Funny how you were an angel and I was the one to blame.

And all through teenage when I needed help


And I was all alone, I kept telling myself

My mom's out there some place not too far.

Maybe she and I are staring at the same star.

Maybe she and I even crossed paths someday.

And if she was here, she'd tell me it's okay.


I'm nineteen, and you're doing it again.

Just what is it about singing that drives you so insane?

You're gone now every single evening.

For the last few years you were with me every single minute.

And now I hate facing an empty room.

You made me dependent on you, then swept me with a broom.

I'm lonely again, and I feel so scared.

What if I end up making another mistake when you're not there?


And every evening when I need help

And I am all alone, will I keep telling myself

My mom's out there some place not too far?

Maybe she and I are staring at the same star?

Maybe she and I even crossed paths someday?

And if she was here, she'd tell me it's okay.


And then I realize how things have changed.

You don't look after me, I look after you since who knows when.

You come to me with all your problems,

Most of them are caused by your father, of course, and I solve them.

For years now I've stepped into your shoes.

We've bonded and I finally know that I can always turn to you.


And now I know that when I need help

I am never alone, I can look after myself

But my mom's out there some place not too far.

And if I need a shoulder, I can always call her.

And if I do wind up in some trouble someday,

She will be here, and she'll tell me it's okay.


A/N: True story. Thanks to my grandfather, mom and I drifted apart, he treated me in such a way that I was convinced I'm adopted- despite my dad being a God to me 99% of my life. I'm glad I finally know grandpa is just a villain, and mom and I are okay.