Maybe if I saw the world through your eyes,

maybe then i'd realize,

if didn't matter who you became,

maybe what matters to you is that things stay the same,

the world tilts on its axis,

it causes an explosion of emotions and reactions,

your three babies were born,

things are different than before,

Mama might think you're crazy,

maybe she thinks you're sick,

maybe she thinks you're insane,

maybe we should talk about why we pretend like everythings okay,

maybe you never meant to hurt anyone,

maybe you never wanted to leave,

maybe mama now feels so much relief,

maybe she feels so much greif,