This is more of a stylistic ramble than anything… but I thought I might as well post it here.
Shattered memories turned to broken dreams
I wanted you to be happy with all the things that I did
But I try to look back at the accomplishments I made
and I come up blank with empty hands
You were all that I had,
oh my mother so mad
and in the end are you any happier than you were before?
You try
not to cry
but you fall to the floor
All the dreams that I had in store for us both
living in a quaint little house in the growth
but no other love
other love could deceive
Harsher than this,
All my dreams were naive
Now I’m here
In this house
With all this light pollution
And I can’t see the stars
What’s your solution?
How I wish, one more time,
That I was back there again
When it was just you and me
We were on top of the world.
I miss the feeling
But you will always be the best mom I could have ever had.