Mothers eyes
I can't believe you love me, even after all the things I've done. I think I've been the devil since the day I turned one. Somehow she feels the same I guess it's motherly love. Motherly love. Wish I could find the peace in me to see the good things that you see. It's not that easy. But if I saw me through your eyes, maybe I could find a way to forgive all of the lies and the stupid things I say... Maybe I could love myself, like the way she's loves me.