Momma told me to close my eyes,
So I couldn’t see the world.
She says she wishes I had been born blind,
So I could always stay her baby girl.
She doesn’t want me to see the hate,
To see the dirt on the ground,
Or the drunk and their rambling sound.
She doesn’t want me to see the sky,
Because it’s too dark at night,
She doesn’t want me to see the light,
Because maybe, just maybe; I’ll leave her to follow it.
Momma told me she wishes I had been born crippled,
That way I couldn’t walk away and get hurt,
Fall down and see blood,
That way she could just carry me, and I could be loved.
Momma told me she wishes I was never born,
That way I could be inside her,
There, she could protect me perfectly,
There, I would know nothing, I would never go away.
There, I could never stray.
Momma says that she loves me,
As she closes my cage,
Out of everything she says,
This is what hurts the most,
Because if this is love,
Then what’s life really worth?