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Am I your an-chor while you wa-lk on through your day? Or am I the fea-ther on your shoul-der while I'm stuck drag-ging my feet? I see you count-less ti-mes through-out my day. Each time in a diffe-rent face but they're al-ways wal-king a-way. How does it feel to a-ban-do-n your own blood? What a beau-ti-ful pic-ture you paint of Lo-ve to teach your son. Do you re-mem-ber her fa-ce? Or just her bo-dy? Is that all that you could re-tain? 'Cause she's my beau-ti-ful mo-ther, she has a heart that breaks, just like me. Nine-teen ye-ars as I was pla-ced a-long-side your de-mons. Built of a cow-ar-dice, too ti-mid to face them. I'd like to be-lieve that I was your ba-by in a bas-ket. But i'll set-tle with your mis-take too hea-vy to for-get. How does it feel to a-ban-do-n your own blood? You're the weight of the world, you're the po-wer of God. I don't need you, I don't need you, I need you now. Do you re-mem-ber her fa-ce? Or just her bo-dy? Is that all that you could re-tain? 'Cause she's my beau-ti-ful mo-ther, she has a heart that breaks, just like me. But you I have my dou-bts, how do you stay a-live with-out a heart to beat? How do you stand up strai-ght with-out a sp-ine to hold your back in place? Am I the thorn in your si-de? Am I your ab-sence of laur-els to rest and hide be-hind? 'Cause you are on-ly a na-me. You're just a dead-beat to take up space. Do you re-mem-ber her fa-ce? Or just her bo-dy? Is that all that you could re-tain? 'Cause she's my beau-ti-ful mo-ther, she has a heart that breaks, just like me. Do you re-mem-ber her fa-ce? Or just her bo-dy? Is that all that you could re-tain? 'Cause she's my beau-ti-ful mo-ther, The one that stayed right here, who Loved and Loves me.