crying for a lost cause
tears are falling
for a woman who doesn't care
being raised on the truth
makes it hard not to believe my own lies
a fantasy of perfection
my dream of a happy life
everday I see a mother
holding her daughters hand
everynight I cry alone
wishing I had a mothers comforting touch
when I feel totally alone
I feel your blood in my veins
knowing this one small detail
is the the only comfort you will ever give me
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