When my mom”s here, she”s away.
When she speaks I know who she was.
but when she”s here she”s not
because she lives in her mind.
I miss my mom when she”s here.
I wish we could be together again.
but all that”s left is her shell
because she lives in her mind.
So I live in her shadow.
So I”ll grasp onto what”s left.
But all I get is regret
Because she lives in her mind.
How can she not understand me?
How do I get her to realize how I feel?
But nothing I do can help
Because she lives in her mind