IRC-Galleria

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.
And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Family in crisis that only grows older.
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to mother, daughter to mother!
I am broken, but I am hopin.
Daughter to mother, daughter to mother!
I am crying, a part of me's dying.
But these are, these are the confessions of a broken heart!

And I wear all your old clothes your old polo sweater.
I dream of another you, one who would never.
Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces.
A Mama to hold me, that's what I needed.

So,why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to mother, daughter to mother!
I don't know you, but I still want to.
Daughter to mother, daughter to mother!
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?
'Cause these are, these are the confessions of a broken heart!
Of a broken heart!

I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I ...!
I hate you!

Daughter to mother, daughter to mother!
I don't know you, but I still want to.
Daughter to mother, daughter to mother!
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?
Did you ever love me?
These are the confessions of a broken heart!

Ohh yeah.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.