BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH
Mama
What made you come to me
Mama
What made you think Id be
Just like with father
Yes I look like him
Unlike with father
This was a sin
For the rest of my life
I will be like this
When I lay with my wife
It will not be in bliss
The thoughts and the feelings
Are of guilt and shame
Was it you who was wrong
Or was I to blame
I still hear the words
It will make you a man
I want to go back
Before it began
Or far in the future
To the day I end
For with my last breath
My poor heart will mend