Once you were a mother, today you still are.
Just not the same, you're distant and far.
You used to care, or act like you did.
Now all you worry about is the cold bottle in the fridge.
That liquid that soothes you, and speaks to your soul.
Takes you away, and makes you feel whole.
Little do you know, it's ruining your body.
Ruining your family and becoming your hobby.
I as a daughter, worry for you.
That you'll ruin your life, and ruin mine too.
I know you're a mom, and can do what you want, but please remember when you and dad fought.
How he'd hurt you and yell, and teach you a lesson.
You'd cry and promise you'd never be put in submission.
You would never touch the bottle, you'd never make me cry.
But mommy, all I ask that you'd look into my eyes.
That you're little baby, has been put in your shoes.
That I'm being hurt, like you were once too.
That when you touch the bottle, it's like touching the devil.
Being put into hell, and turning to evil.
Mommy, oh mommy, I pray that you stop.
I know that you don't want to but it's all that I want.
I want my old mommy back, the one that doesn't hurt me.
The one that will love me and always be there for me.
Mommy, please don't do it again.
I'm afraid for my life if that bottles your friend.
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