Perhaps my mums a girl growing too, Perhaps when I unleash the anger, Caressing vile words, Just as she does, I actually reflected, I’ve always blamed her, For hurting me, For sharpening a sword, Penetrating it through me, Slay me with her tongue, But i'm just like her, And I understand me, I understand when I do it, When I break them, So i'm sure I can pull the courage and the responsibility to let her grow, Just as I am, In the end we’re all girls, Fighting for things we weren't made for, And looking for what we are