Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell of a story, or is it boring? Can’t claim to care Never been reluctant to share Passing out pieces of me Don’t you know nothing comes free?
What mom don’t know has taken it's toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me
Passing my life, living it out with her side Listening closely, feeling it mostly Can’t shake concern Seizing it every time that I turn I’m passing out pieces of me Don’t you know nothing comes free?
What mom don’t know has taken it's toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me
