Texty písní Crystal Bowersox

Crystal Bowersox

Mama

Mama, can you hear me

I've been calling for you for a while

And Mama, can you feed me

I'm so hungry for comfort and love

And stability

Well, it's too bad you waited

Twenty some odd years

To realize you hated

This mess that you've created

I am never coming home

And one day,

One day you will want your daughter,

You'll often think about her

Through the years

Then maybe,

Maybe you will write her a letter

Oh, "Return to sender,

No one no longer lives here"

Well, it's too bad you waited

Twenty some odd years

To realize you hated

This mess that you've created

Oh, I am never coming,

I am never coming,

I am never coming home

Well, it's too bad you waited

Twenty some odd years

To realize you hated

This mess that you've created

Oh I am never coming,

I am never coming,

I am never coming home