They say I'm crazy
Whispers and looks, I hear them, I see them
They think I'm mad
But they don't understand, they never will
What is was like when Mother was ill
I was the only one for her to care
I'd help her dress and comb her hair
And yet she'd scream and yell and groan
Hit and kick, cry and moan
I always did my best to please her
But it wasn't easy
Things got worse when she brought him home
I hated him, taking my father's place, he was a monster
But he couldn't be as bad as her
They say a boy's best friend is his mother
This used to be the case, but no longer
For my dear mother's dead, you see
But I still feel her prescence surrounding me
She's buried deep beneath the ground
But I know Mother's still around
There she sits, at the window there
Straight-backed in her rocking chair
People think she'd dead, that's not the case
I still see her steely, frowning face
I still feel the icy touch of her hand
She of all people, she'd understand
We all go a little mad sometimes