Mamas little girl,

Looking up at you with wonder,

Why did you make her ask herself,

If you could ever love her?

All she ever wanted was

For you to dry her tears.

To chase away the monsters, but,

Instead, you brought them near.

Oh, mama… Why’d you have to go,

And make your little girl feel so small?

Trembling with her head hung low,

You beat her down each time she’d fall.

You were supposed to be the one,

To love her back to life.

But it was always Mama‘s hand

That held the bloody knife.

Why does it have to hurt to love you?

Can’t you see it in my eyes?

The pain that’s buried deep within

The mess you’ve made of me inside?

I let you break my heart,

Over and over, hoping still,

That one day, you might love me,

But I know you never will.

But to hate me, is to hate yourself,

Mama, your little girl wears your face.

To love you, is to hate myself,

To become you is my fate.