You haven’t seen me cry, ma,
Not because tears were never my thing,
I’ve never let you realize, ma,
I’ll never let you know.
I’ve seen people sell hope in metal cans, ma
And some rolled up in smoking papers,
But is that truly hope, ma?
What makes them end all hope?
I survive in a world without any color, ma,
My colorblindness makes me conceited,
I always see illusions, ma
Cause, my reflection is a dreamlike haze to me.
I watched you go down the street, ma,
And buy wilted flowers for twice as much,
But they still smell sweet, ma,
As long as they smell like you.
It’s been ages, ma,
Since you’ve cuddled me to sleep,
Am I too big for your lap, ma,
Or did I wander away?
I remember you used to sing to me, ma,
On a lazy Sunday afternoon,
You sang about time healing everything, ma,
Are you still waiting?
I’ve harbored misery, ma,
And dejection’s been a close friend,
But nothing reassures me like you, ma,
With you, I never pretend.
I wore scarlet tinted sunglasses, ma,
To validate my complacence,
But they dropped and got smashed, ma,
Under a cart full of authenticity,
I’ll lie one day in a coffin, ma,
And your tears won’t blemish my body anymore,
I’ll perish in a plastic basket, ma,
Frosty, pale and sore.
It’ll rain hope someday, ma,
And it will nurture your rebellious wounds,
I’ll drain the clouds dry, ma,
I’ll make it shower on you.
You’ll never see me cry, ma,
Not in a million years,
I’ll fade away slowly, ma,
Leaving behind all those unseen tears,
For you, ma..... for you...