Instrumental: I don't know how I should be feeling in this sily mess I made, but if it's true, would I have been so easily forgotten.

I think about my past & I'm grateful for what I have I brush off my bad thoughts even though I'm still mad My moms worked 3 jobs to make up for my dad She raised me as a single mother no sisters no brothers I grew up and observed other peoples lives wondering why everyday I go home and see pain in my mothers eyes I woke up one day and God took me by surprise I want to tell the truth Dear lord no more lies I never excelled in school It was tuffaz Instead I loved to daydream like I was still tucked into my covers About how one day we would be living good.

2007