I never understood jealous people
Those who covet other's possessions
Because to me if you want something
You have to work hard to get it by yourself

That was until I lost you
Now I'm jealous of those who still have a mother
A mom they can run to when things get hard
A mom they can take care of

I can't anymore
And it breaks me apart

I could work as hard as i want
You wouldn't come back, would you ?

That feels so unfair
To bury you so early
I was only nineteen, mom
What did we do to deserve this ?

Was I a bad daughter ?
I promess I won't complain about anything
I'll be a good girl

Please come back

© Ytha