Only the only know what it is to sacrifice To know it, is to see it To understand it, is to live it On my mother's hands Are scars, time cannot heal On my mother's heart, Are wounds i cannot mend A woman's

Their pretentious lifestyles Their slick mouths spilling out lies Their mind games, making a naive Tender Thing Think Twice Her daddy issues become not his problem Her insecurities are music to his ears

What it was and what it could've been Take what should've been and make it what happened to be Because it happens to be those that watch it happen Never make it happen And it happens before you know it

Popularity doesn’t reflect on the goodness of your heart, Being loved by them doesn’t define the clarity of your soul But that to love To love just a handful of people Even just one out of a herd of people.