mum i wish you was there to pick up the phone

to talk to me when i feel alone.

nobody seems to understand the pain

they think that life is one big game.

i cant just switch off from losing you

my life has changed my strength has too.

why cant they just let me be

let me grieve for my family.

cant they see I’m still in pain?

surely they can see I’m not the same?

why do people pick on the good?

something in this life is misunderstood.

what do you do for a little respect ?

when its all you give but returned with resent?

I’m so tired of being the one

that people just poke and make glum

do they think its funny to see me cry?

knowing how much I’m hurting inside?

why cant i just be left alone

i do nothing wrong for them to grumble and moan!

Ive had enough of being treated like shit

once more and that is it!

but what do i do mum when i get home ?

when i cant ring you up on the phone?

you was always there to talk me through

life’s ups and downs ,you knew what to do.

i miss those sort of nights

when we used to put the world to rights

now i have to try and fight

the monsters you kept away all my life.

but i have to do it all alone

all i have is tigger when i get home
i miss you mum you kept me safe

and talked me through the pain life makes.

so all i can do is remember when we talked on the phone

the advice you gave and us both having a good moan!!!

miss you mum