Mum
I hate it how she remembers word for word
It makes her forhead crease
It's like shes the mothe mocking bird,
Who never speaks the peace.
I can never get a word in
As im cut of just like that
Its like talking when she is, is forbidon
Like waking a sleeping bat
Somtimes i just wish she would listen
and not get in a strop
The words that mind is missin'
Is just make it all STOP!
I hate it how she remembers word for word
It's like shes the mother mocking bird
By Holly Smith
It makes her forhead crease
It's like shes the mothe mocking bird,
Who never speaks the peace.
I can never get a word in
As im cut of just like that
Its like talking when she is, is forbidon
Like waking a sleeping bat
Somtimes i just wish she would listen
and not get in a strop
The words that mind is missin'
Is just make it all STOP!
I hate it how she remembers word for word
It's like shes the mother mocking bird
By Holly Smith