| I love you, Mom, more than I can say, Iโm sorry Iโm not the daughter you deserve each day. Yet you love me still, with a heart so pure, A diamond of kindness, thatโs always sure. Iโm so lucky to have you by my side, But the pain in my chest, I cannot hide. It hurts to know Iโm not the best, A daughter whoโs failed your love and rest. Your heart is a treasure, a light in my life, But Iโm drowning in guilt, in this endless strife. I try so hard, but I still fall apart, Wishing I could heal the wounds in your heart. |