Momma made me cry,
and now my nose is running
and my eyes are wet.
So I'm in the rain
so they think they're raindrops.
and she's sreaming
but i don't want to go
I want to lie here
on the street.
I want the raindrops
splashing on my nose.
The sky is crying
the clouds are crying,
I am crying.
Momma's screaming.
I want to lie here
on this dead road
and wait for a car to come
and kill me.
Then i won't hear,
Momma screaming.
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