All my life I watch you drink away.
I remember as a child I would cry for you to stay.
You walked away,
you cared less of what I had to say.
"Mommy, mommy I would to go to."
Talking to your back is all you put me through.
The devil helped you reply,
"Go in the house I will be back soon."
So I just stared at you from the window in my room.
She did it again.
Ripped my heart in two's.

The sun would rise,
but you were still not there.
I told myself I didn't care.
I hated I had to lie to myself.
Sometimes I wish I could have stood still with no emotions.
Like a heart shape figure on a shelf.
As time went on I had no self-esteem left.
Even though I cried to her,
Yes, she did it again; just left.

I told myself I'm out here in this world alone.
Mommy would try to get back in good.
So for two days she would stick around.
She would say,
"Baby I'm going to the rehab for some help."
At first I thought she was going to end her self destruction road to death.
After the treatment she came home,
with smiles on her face.
I thought to myself, 'I have my mommy back again.'
The sun went down,
and she did it again and left.
No more faith,
no more trust,
no more wanting her as a mother.
How could she do this again?