I'm left with promises that are hard to keep.

You dressed in black and your told to kill.

There's a scratch on the floor and rip in the rug.

To clear your voice without something to say.

When every momma is beautiful at something but,

I don't know what your talking about.

Every child grows according to plan,

But where did my head go? where did my head go wrong, mom?

We've got the opposites in common but sometimes they attract,

They keep on pushing my love and always pulling back.

But you win, but you win always.

But you win, but you win always love me, momma.

Whenever your momma is beautiful at something but,

I don't know what your talking about.

Every child grows according to plan, but

Where did my head go? where did my head go wrong, mom?

Sometimes living is easy, but through your eyes looking so pretty,

This is not a pick and even, to someone like defend, otherwise.

When every momma is beautiful at something, but

I don't know what your talking about.

Every child grows according to plan, but where did my head go?

Where did my head go wrong? thank you mom.