Left their letters in the sand Such waste of life Dreams of freedom turned to dust how many wasted lives How many dreams did fade away Broken promises They won't be coming home Oh mothers wipe your tears

If I was your mother, mother If I was your mother Tell me what I got to do To make my life mean more to you I could get so close it's true Tell me who I got to be To make you a part of me Would you let me hold your hand Would you say you were my baby

Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing

You are the end of everything This is the end of everything I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault I haven't slept since I woke up You are wrong, fucked, and overrated And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker Shallow skin, I can paint with

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels