no matter how hard i try
to be a good woman
to be a good mother
still you call me f&cker
my mornings all merge together
tuesday, friday who cares?
working 24/7 at putting on airs
hiding the hurt and pain i feel
trying too hard to make fantasy real
i know we're both attempting to make this work
but why keep going if we only hurt
you must hate me, i hear the words you mutter
when you call me a f&cking ***** and a dumb mutha *******
i speak sometimes and my intonation may be rough
but, really, how would you have done without me when your times were tough
and now your pinching my every penny wondering what I spent
i gave you all that money for the rent
and still it has not been paid
then i get shouted at three hours after getting you laid
i made sure that for the last 6 months bills were paid on time
on groceries and thank you's is how i spent my last dime
while you buy clothes, sneakers, hats, cigaretts and beer
do you wish when you close your eyes i would disappear
i have never tried this hard to make anything work
but again, why keep trying is we both feel hurt
i never wanted to raise a son on my own
but i refuse to live in a combat zone
i have never needed anyone and i don't need you
i want to be a family but it looks like thats through
if you want to leave, please use the door
i'm too tired at keeping this back and forth score
i know you're weary from work and this household
but your words spit out so uncontrolled
i am scared fists will fly and i'll become bruised
lets back out of this before we both feel used
nothing between you and him will be changed
our living situations need to be rearranged
you will always be his dad
but the three of us together, its just too bad.
to be a good woman
to be a good mother
still you call me f&cker
my mornings all merge together
tuesday, friday who cares?
working 24/7 at putting on airs
hiding the hurt and pain i feel
trying too hard to make fantasy real
i know we're both attempting to make this work
but why keep going if we only hurt
you must hate me, i hear the words you mutter
when you call me a f&cking ***** and a dumb mutha *******
i speak sometimes and my intonation may be rough
but, really, how would you have done without me when your times were tough
and now your pinching my every penny wondering what I spent
i gave you all that money for the rent
and still it has not been paid
then i get shouted at three hours after getting you laid
i made sure that for the last 6 months bills were paid on time
on groceries and thank you's is how i spent my last dime
while you buy clothes, sneakers, hats, cigaretts and beer
do you wish when you close your eyes i would disappear
i have never tried this hard to make anything work
but again, why keep trying is we both feel hurt
i never wanted to raise a son on my own
but i refuse to live in a combat zone
i have never needed anyone and i don't need you
i want to be a family but it looks like thats through
if you want to leave, please use the door
i'm too tired at keeping this back and forth score
i know you're weary from work and this household
but your words spit out so uncontrolled
i am scared fists will fly and i'll become bruised
lets back out of this before we both feel used
nothing between you and him will be changed
our living situations need to be rearranged
you will always be his dad
but the three of us together, its just too bad.
...that will surely follow.
