Thank You, Mom
I used to get so mad at you
It was easy to be sad and blame it on you
How could I even talk to anyone? No one understood
But I guess it was always a long shot that any one could.
Alcohol to some seemed to cool
But to me it was only cruel
It took you and twisted you, made you something that you're not
and then one day you had to say good bye and that was a lot
I had to grow up, I had to step up
To help take care of my family, they were all so busy
But now things are better
Things are greater
The disease is never really gone
But at least for this blonde
You are now healthy and happy, so I can be too
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