You came to me many nights to tell me that you love me,
You held me by the hand tight like i would run out on you,
You made sure i was wrapped up warm and that i was out of harms way,
What more could you do for me...?

Then you woke me up in the early sunrise and kissed me on my forehead,
You dressed me, fed me, and spent the day reading to me,
you talked to me, listened to me and told me how much you care,
what more could i ask of you...?

Then i turned on you, hurt you, made you cry,
I then used you, i blamed you, then i ran out on you,
I then touchered you, killed you and burried you..
How can i be forgiven...?

Im now alone, desperate and itching for my next fix,
Im cold, wet, and too hungry to think, its a shame that i gave it all up,
but atleast i have my drugs to help me through this.

I still love you though mum.