Make-up, Grounding, and Pie
They told me it’d get better
That’s when my mom left.
Then they got a divorce
And state took Sarah
And I was hungry
And I had head lice
And I was so cold
And I was lonely…
They told me it’d get better
That’s when my mom left.
She became Jessica
Not mom anymore
Just some damn stripper
Who just didn’t care
About her children…
They told me it’d get better
That was when she left.
Amd Amy was just nine
And she tried so hard
She wasn’t a mom
She was just nine
And she loved me so
But it wasn’t right…
They told me it’d get better
Then they took Amy.
And now I hate her
I hate Jessica
That bitch took my mom
That goddamned stripper
Who left her babies…
Brock said it would get better
That’s when I cried so hard.
And then he said he had a void
And he asked about mine
He said he’d fill it
I said, “I need a mom.”
He said “That’s okay.”
And that he makes pies…
He said it would get better
If he had to, he’d ground me.
And he could teach me
To put on make-up
He’d be a swell mom…
But I believe him:
It’ll get better.
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