To Be your first born girl
I should most definitely mean the world
To be your first born child
You should be there for longer than just a while
To be the one who gave you the title “mom”
It should be apparent as a “parent”
That when I need you when I ask
You don’t push me off
and drift away so fast.
I need you forever
No matter what we go through
Our relationship should only get better.
Don’t tell me about my siblings
And how they felt, and what you did
Must have slipped your mind
That I basically was second to raising those kids.
Now I need you here for me
But you’re leaving
Using every excuse
While bringing up old shit from 2003.
But it’s whatever
… I guess
Like you said, “I’ll get over it”
Yea, you got better things to do
Trying to give me money
To brush off our issues
They’re not going nowhere
Neither am I
I just hope you understand
How much I’m hurt
How much I’ve cried
Before you reach
Thee end of your time.