Call Mom (A Song About My Mom & I) E

Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. Because it'll only bring you down. Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. Oh, I didn't mean I call my mom on the phone, we haven't Spoken in weeks. I've been too busy alone or doing drugs with A freak. She wants her son to be honest, Honestly, I'm a mess. It's hard to say what I want 'cause it'll Fuck up her head. I put my head down and fake a smile On my face. I fucking hate how I go To sleep so ashamed while knowing I could have Changed. Instead, there's tears on her face and Honestly, I'm disgusted by mistakes that I made. Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. I don't. 'Cause it'll only bring you down. Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. Oh, no. Oh, I didn't mean to let you Down. Imagine not being close to someone you love the Most. It fucking tears you apart and burns a Hole in your heart. So I fill mine doing drugs and fucking hoes I don't know. I know that it's hard to Love me, that's why she'll leave me alone. I put my head down and face this shit By myself. I fucking hate how I can't ask No one for help. So I'm alone in my room, but with a Whore and a bottle. She don't mind being used to fucking deal with My sorrows. Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. I don't. 'Cause it'll only bring you down. Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. Oh, no. Oh, I didn't mean to let you Down. Mama, don't wanna talk about it. I don't. 'Cause it'll only bring you down. Mama, I don't wanna talk about it. Oh, no. Oh, I didn't mean to let you Down.