ma decided to choose crack

she got too strung out

now she cant get her baby back

seven foster homes before i was three

she didn't give a crap

bout me

so im lost here in the world alone

in the cold

on my own

just waiting for a hand to hold

tried suicide at fifteen

i fell too hard

when it comes to life

i drew the wrong card

bullied abused left behind

forgotten

stepbrothers hands 

up my shirt

death was the way to heal 

the hurt

so im lost here in the world alone

in the cold

on my own

just waiting for a hand to hold

crimison rivers

seemed to be the way

to make it

through the day

flowing from my skin

so im lost here in the world alone

in the cold

on my own

without a hand to hold

but i aint hit the ground

and i dont intend to

cuz ma i refuse

to end up like you

i dont smoke weed

na me

i prefer to read

but i love you ma

cuz you taught me

how not

to be

you ma are in the world alone

in the cold

on your own

without MY hand to hold