Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell of a story, oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been reluctant to share Passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free? What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Passing my life, living it out in her sight Listening closely, hearing her mostly Can’t shake concern, seems that every time that I turn I’m passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free? What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me