Mother Dearest

You were just a monster inside a human shell
Molded by hate caring for no one but yourself
Bleached blonde with plastic in your blood
Always running to escape your touch
To you, it's, "Young honest mistakes"
But it's reality to me

I'm begging mother dearest
Souls shouldn't feel like this
You ruled me with your death threats
And with your iron fist

You've set a low standard I didn't know existed
All this trauma seems too uncomfortably persistent
Told me that I can't be myself
Only seeking statuses and wealth
It's been a love that's so distinct
You lack a motherly instinct

I'm begging mother dearest
Souls shouldn't feel like this
You ruled me with your death threats
And with your iron fist

Mother is the name for god
in the lips and hearts of all children
I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying

I'm black and blue
Solely for what you've done
Just give me a reason
To miss you when you're gone

I'm begging mother dearest
Souls shouldn't feel like this
You ruled me with your death threats
And with your iron fist



Credits
Writer(s): Tomas De Alba
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