Mama (Crystal Bowersox)

Mama, can you hear me I've been calling for you for a while And Mama, can you feed me I'm so hungry for comfort and love And stability Well, it's too bad you waited Twenty some odd years To realize you hated This mess that you've created I am never coming home And one day, One day you will want your daughter, You'll often think about her Through the years Then maybe, Maybe you will write her a letter Oh, "Return to sender, No one no longer lives here" Well, it's too bad you waited Twenty some odd years To realize you hated This mess that you've created Oh, I am never coming, I am never coming, I am never coming home Well, it's too bad you waited Twenty some odd years To realize you hated This mess that you've created Oh I am never coming, I am never coming, I am never coming home