I left it on my bed, dear mother,
As far as, my eyes have seen.

It's there, why don't you just look?
Look harder then, it's there!
Not like I buried it in the sea.

There it is on the bed! See!?
Covered up by dark woolen sheets.
Just lift up the covers,
Find what you'll discover . . .

No, that really is just me.
What did you expect there be,
Lying in your daughter's bed?
What fantastic ideas were in your head?
What did you think was in place of me in My bed?

Your very strange mother,
With the ways you gaze through me.
I guess I could understand you,
If you'd just speak with me.
Nope, lips are sealed,
With regretful chains too tight to break.

I've been trying all my life,
But instead we sit, wait on the knife.
What are we waiting for?
The final match and then, your life's score?
Ever thought, that's not enough, I want more?

It feels sometimes like were strangers.
And I don't understand.
I gave you my ideas, dreams in a jar.
My plans, you said you understand.

And I swear.  I love you, that much is true.
But you don't know me Mother,
and because of that I can't know you . . .

I left "me" on the bed, dear Mother
But you never recognized, your little one, was now me.