Words...

What kind of mother do you have?
Is your memories full of love?
Some people wish their moms would leave
Mine always does

She's always here in the house
But her mind is far away
She has a sickness in her mind
Depression, is what they say

It wasn't easy being young
With a momma who didn't care
But I could never complain much
Lots of them weren't there

I always wondered what life'd be like
If I'd gotten a hug or two
Maybe I might smile some more
Maybe my mom would too.

Now she's really, really sick.
I can't even reach her
She's right here next to me
A distant, strange creature.