They say the day that I was born
Yet it was the best day of your life
A child sweet as I seemed
Ever time I tried to take the high road
Something deep inside me dragged me down
Came hate, despair and fear
Seemed trouble always followed me around
Say it's not too late for you to hold me
Nary have I written you a letter
Hardly have I called as things were bad
And all those I called friends
In truth you were the best I ever had
Mom, is it too late for you to hold me