Besedila: Mary Magdalan. Pity Girl. Debbie.

Hey Debbie how you been it?s me Mary Jane
you know your only daughter the one you left in pain
the one you left over the heroin and cocaine
And it?s been really hard for me to come see you again
And I don?t even know if I?m hurt or if I?m mad
Oh and by the way have you seen or heard from dad
I think he?s doing good he?s living with his new wife
I heard she keeps him clean and I guess she treats him right
And I know how Pop-pop died really must have hurt you
Cancer took the only father both of us ever knew
And it?s been really hard on Grandma
we don?t speak any longer
She disowned me too told me I was just like my mother
And I know that being a teenage mom wasn?t that appealing
But I can still remember the sun you painted on my ceiling
Now I?m an artist too except I do it for the healing
to take away this heartache and this misery I?m feeling

And I?ve grown tired of being alone
Lord I know starry eyes close
And momma why won?t you ever come home
Lord I know starry eyes close

They say that you and I we share the same traits
the same pretty eyes they say they see you in my face
same Sybil moods same wicked ways
same addictions except you took it to the vein
I was always afraid of you the track marks on your arms
and you were always passing out and taking me to bars
or you left me home alone or you left me in the car
Now I?m all alone and you left me with these scars
My sleep is filled with nightmares about the life you chose
Were you alone in that apartment did you really overdose
I wonder could I have stopped it did you even leave a note
I didn?t even know you lived a mile from my home
That afternoon I heard you died I thought it was a joke
I didn?t know that you were sick or that you had had a stroke
I would have went to see you at least we could have spoke
Why?d you have to die so young you were just 33 years old

And I?ve grown tired of being alone
Lord I know starry eyes close
And momma why won?t you ever come home
Lord I know starry eyes close

Well here I am momma standing at your grave
I lay my head down on the marble just to ease the pain
I used to come here all the time and pray that you were saved
get on my knees close my eyes and ask the Lord for strength
and I understand cause I got my own set of sins
but it makes me sad to think how WEAK
you really must have been
You had a choice between your only child and heroin
and it was heroin that won the battle in the end
and not a day goes by
I don?t think about what could have been
but in the end I?m at your grave fighting tears again
I miss you bad as fuck my throat keeps tightening up
Do you even remember I have a birthday coming up ?
Until the day I die
not a day goes by that you don?t walk with me
there?s so many things I want to say
but I guess it?s just too late
Momma can you hear me?

And I?m so tired of being tired of being alone
why won?t you ever come home


(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)