I keep telling myself I don't care but somewhere deep inside of me my mother's vindictive spirit, or is it my own keeps saying one day that bitch gonna come crawling back to me like a dog returning to his vomit. Not that I'm nasty like that but that bitch gonna need me before I need her.
I keep telling myself I'm not mad but somewhere deep inside of me my mother's anger issues are boiling to the explosive level and I'm bout ready to slap the shit out of a stupid ass bitch that I placed on a pedestal that came crumbling down to the ground.
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