Well, Momma

I thought I must have known you well
with all the times you carried me
Was it hard to drop me on the floor,
picking me up on bended knee?
I never knew what you were after,
refusing to let me be happy
Was that you who shut me out in the rain?
Well, momma, how could that be?

I thought I must have known you well
enough to know the sound of your singing
Why did your voice crack when I starved?
Why did you laugh while I begged at your feet?
It was your job to make sure I was fed
you wouldn’t do this, no, it must have been me
I swear I saw you slam and lock the door
Well, momma, how could that be?

I thought I must have known you well
I thought I knew you must love me,
but the years went by without a smile,
without a hand to hold or heart to bleed
You promised love if I gave you my all,
only to end up taking it from me
You seem to enjoy watching me suffer
Well, momma, how could that be?