muster

yr anger doesn't help me ma'
i am so sick of tryin'
yr loveless temper, hurtful stares
makes me feel like cryin'



i am so sick
not all my fault
yr hurtful past is
stained


blood-red
she sheds
but to yr bed
she melts like salt to rain


mark my words
i will die soon
if i cannot find peace

that was my mind
before my time
of bringin' down that beast




that anger hurts her
ma'
u see
it sometimes hurts me too

yr love is heavy
not just for me
but for others who love you
too.