LilBlondie
Bluelighter
I write a lot, but this one is really personal... I just wanted to share.
Picture Perfect
Hey mother would you have another drink
Let alcohol blur everything you think
Hey mother would you scream a little louder
“What happened to the daughter that never made me prouder?”
Hey mother would you take some self-destruction from my vein
Let my body hurt to reduce all the other pain
Why do you try to ruin my hopes, my dreams
A perfect picture isn’t always as it seems
In a world where good could even out bad
You were all that I had
Now I search for my own voice
As you steal away my any choice
Hey mother could you just sit and watch from afar
As I try to create a new scar
Hey mother could you control me in every way
Make me feel like it’s you I need to repay
Hey mother could you create some more memories tonight
Something to look back upon with delight
Don’t bother trying to ruin my hopes, my dreams
I’ve accepted a perfect picture isn’t always as it seems
I control the ending result: good or bad
Independence is now what I have
I’ve discovered my true voice
And will always retain my right of choice
I’m walking towards faded scars
While running from polite requests
(That's the first draft... I'll probably make some changes)
Picture Perfect
Hey mother would you have another drink
Let alcohol blur everything you think
Hey mother would you scream a little louder
“What happened to the daughter that never made me prouder?”
Hey mother would you take some self-destruction from my vein
Let my body hurt to reduce all the other pain
Why do you try to ruin my hopes, my dreams
A perfect picture isn’t always as it seems
In a world where good could even out bad
You were all that I had
Now I search for my own voice
As you steal away my any choice
Hey mother could you just sit and watch from afar
As I try to create a new scar
Hey mother could you control me in every way
Make me feel like it’s you I need to repay
Hey mother could you create some more memories tonight
Something to look back upon with delight
Don’t bother trying to ruin my hopes, my dreams
I’ve accepted a perfect picture isn’t always as it seems
I control the ending result: good or bad
Independence is now what I have
I’ve discovered my true voice
And will always retain my right of choice
I’m walking towards faded scars
While running from polite requests
(That's the first draft... I'll probably make some changes)

