| i am not here to rescue you to be your cradling arms i do not live to feed you to make you whole when i'd come back, you'd say i'd changed...i was spoiled i was spoiled, no, i was a child to you i am a game a little doll to play with 'cry' 'laugh' 'play' it was always the way... but when you say laugh and i cry you hate and i don't understand remember how it hurt then in that time of emptiness and nothing when i cried and you hated and i just kept crying... sobbing and choking all on the secrets hiding in my bed you looked at them, right through me they went but they're coming back again i'm sorry, but i just can't stop i'm sorry, but i just can't smile i'm sorry that i'm a misfit in the mess of dollies and snow globes... that i fit in with the empty boxes and on those days when you just can't smile when you just can't laugh...i won't ask you to stop when your liquid cure appears just briefly just long enough for you to hide your sadness i will forgive you forgive your sad eyes and all that you say... but i cannot be your mother. |