Time goes by and nothing changes for some people.
Let me show you how i feel
i’ll let you see my pain,
The thing’s i bottle up inside
for i’ll never be the same.
My mum leaving when i was young
i wasn’t more than two,
The reasons she left i did not know
she just left is all i knew.
When growing up without her there
it wasn’t odd for people round here,
But for me i just couldn’t see past
all the hurt that i felt for the mother i lost.
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