I know now how is the real pain
I know now that they won't change
Do you remember my lost boots?
Do you remember our lost tunes?

They're gone... I won't fined them...
Why am I telling you this?
I didn't want to leave you or him...
You left me behind alone and sick...

Alone with three kids...
We were alone with no friends...
We slept alone, I told them stories...
We tried to forget all of bad memories

We went to school alone...
Under the rain... The storm...
We didn't know what to wear...
My brother loved pink...He didn't care

I tried to cook when i was ten...
Food turns to black...
I, my fingers burned...
I was a mother not a child...

I was alone fighting problems...
I tried but i couldn't solve them...
It was painful to me...
But i'm with you after all these years...

Holding your hand tell you the stories
That i told when i was kid...
Telling you jokes... To let you laugh...
Talking about some stuff that i love...

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I didn't want to write those stuff because they remind me of my childhood but i think we should sometimes remember the pain because it helps us to cross the way.