I This Is My Song
Not only is this my song, it is my life, but in reverse. I've always lived this band and this song illustrates why. Here's the song,
Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away.
No recollection nor the smell of your perfume;
I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.
The day I left the womb.
Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I can sing.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/escape_the_fate/the_day_i_left_the_womb.html ]
Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much to busy to even find the time.
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave;
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.
And Daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.
Your withered heart, and everything it's seen,
Your cuts and calloused hands, you had kids to feed.
You had kids to feed.
Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much to busy, to even find the time.
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave;
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.
Instead of the mom leaving, for me it's the dad. This is why I love music. It's not for the people doing it but the message, if I can relate to it. That's why I love Ronnie radke.
Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away.
No recollection nor the smell of your perfume;
I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.
The day I left the womb.
Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I can sing.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/escape_the_fate/the_day_i_left_the_womb.html ]
Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much to busy to even find the time.
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave;
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.
And Daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.
Your withered heart, and everything it's seen,
Your cuts and calloused hands, you had kids to feed.
You had kids to feed.
Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much to busy, to even find the time.
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave;
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.
Instead of the mom leaving, for me it's the dad. This is why I love music. It's not for the people doing it but the message, if I can relate to it. That's why I love Ronnie radke.