By T.S. Williams

When everyone is watching you, it is hard to be perfect

My disdain for your flaws is the onlookers instigation

Making not than perfect being the expectation 

Said you see the mother in me, through stone cold eyes

I hope you don’t see your mother in me just the same 

I know I shouldn’t but the thought won’t leave my brain 

Because I know the ol’ song and dance of boy meets girl

They fall in love

Girl is the bearer of his mother’s burden

Why do you have to punish that woman through me?

Make me pay the toll at walls you built to keep her out

So blinded by the battleground she see calls love 

You’re paranoid 

Convincing yourself I’m something to avoid

Fighting against something who’d never hurt you