Mother, wish I could tell you face to face that my mind is far gone,
And though you can’t fathom it now,
Maybe you’ll understand how it came or be.
If you care to listen to my sad, little tale,
Wish I had the strength to tell you without tears in my eyes,
I can barely look you in the eye anymore.
And I’ve given up, given up with the love every other child got,
Because I arrived last in line, and so they say, you never miss what you never had,
Sure I never had it, but I wish I did.