Mommy don't preach
It was the other day
when you looked me in my face
and told me that you were done
Done with my bullshit
Done with my smart witt
Done with my attiude that never quit
I'm sorry I did this
I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry I didn't check if you were well
But forgive my actions
And here my words
I love you Momma
And that hurts
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