The water has long begone
But you must have something to be given
I do, sweetheart, I do
Let’s soak up
I will keep on giving
drip
drip
drip
Even if I have to bleed
.
dearest son,
Maybe in another lifetime
I will meet you and
be able to love you,
and looking at your beautiful eyes
lovingly, bravely
Maybe in another lifetime
finally I’ll be able to pay this debt
I carry every day, a burden of guilt
for loving myself more than you
Maybe in another lifetime
you wish to not see me anymore
And that’s okay too
I think I will never be
a good mother to you
