Lyrics Momma's Boy - Notebook.
                                                What's 
                                                taken 
                                                away 
                                                is 
                                                reborn 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                form 
                                                of 
                                                revenge
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                all 
                                                unfair 
                                                and 
                                                cruel. 
                                                My 
                                                heart's 
                                                impaired; 
                                                in 
                                                two
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                hear 
                                                of 
                                                God, 
                                                the 
                                                parables, 
                                                the 
                                                cross 
                                                he 
                                                carried
 
                                    
                                
                                                Truth 
                                                is, 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                barely 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                Psalms 
                                                cannot 
                                                repair 
                                                the 
                                                bruises. 
                                                This 
                                                loss 
                                                is 
                                                very 
                                                gruesome
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                gave 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                World 
                                                and 
                                                took 
                                                my 
                                                Mom. 
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                and 
                                                compare 
                                                the 
                                                two
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                imbalanced. 
                                                I'd 
                                                give 
                                                it 
                                                away. 
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                pray
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it's 
                                                nonsensical. 
                                                Malice 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                tentacles
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                stretch 
                                                them 
                                                directly 
                                                to 
                                                Heaven, 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                enter 
                                                the 
                                                palace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wrap 
                                                them 
                                                around 
                                                your 
                                                Lord 
                                                and 
                                                Savior's 
                                                neck 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                drag 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                presence 
                                                and 
                                                ask: 
                                                What's 
                                                the 
                                                purpose, 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                intention?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                nerve 
                                                to 
                                                pour 
                                                your 
                                                malignance 
                                                upon 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                More 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                horrible 
                                                sickness
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tell 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                beg 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                forgiveness
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                do 
                                                is 
                                                leave 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                crash, 
                                                and 
                                                ignore 
                                                the 
                                                predicament
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                squeeze 
                                                them 
                                                tighter 
                                                'til 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                cannot 
                                                escape
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                him 
                                                deep 
                                                inside 
                                                his 
                                                eyes 
                                                while 
                                                    I 
                                                stare 
                                                upon 
                                                his 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                him 
                                                watch 
                                                me 
                                                torture 
                                                the 
                                                wicked 
                                                angels 
                                                that 
                                                do 
                                                his 
                                                bidding
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                the 
                                                Land 
                                                of 
                                                Milk 
                                                and 
                                                Honey 
                                                is 
                                                dispair 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                mistakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                the 
                                                World. 
                                                Not 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                want 
                                                my 
                                                Momma' 
                                                back. 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                gonna' 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                man, 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                boy 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                crying 
                                                out...
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                my 
                                                Momma.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                believe 
                                                it. 
                                                Finding 
                                                    a 
                                                reason
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                repeated 
                                                cycle
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                seethin'. 
                                                The 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                endure 
                                                is 
                                                likened 
                                                to 
                                                treason
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                and 
                                                ask 
                                                for 
                                                extra
 
                                    
                                
                                                Enough 
                                                of 
                                                that. 
                                                My 
                                                head's 
                                                fucked. 
                                                My 
                                                Love 
                                                was 
                                                snatched 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                some
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soul 
                                                and 
                                                Body 
                                                shattered, 
                                                cut, 
                                                and 
                                                shredded
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                piece 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                went 
                                                black. 
                                                    A 
                                                Mother 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                Son 
                                                are 
                                                One
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                magic 
                                                of 
                                                genetics
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                umbilical 
                                                cord 
                                                gets 
                                                snapped, 
                                                but 
                                                what's 
                                                invisible's 
                                                something 
                                                that's 
                                                infinite
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                    a 
                                                bastard 
                                                for 
                                                this 
                                                wreckage
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                many 
                                                people 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                asking 
                                                for 
                                                protection
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                laugh 
                                                as 
                                                we're 
                                                descending
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                actions 
                                                are 
                                                detested
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                got 
                                                no 
                                                faith 
                                                in 
                                                anything, 
                                                but
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                ear, 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                my 
                                                mother 
                                                singing
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                never 
                                                failed 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                she 
                                                will 
                                                prevail
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                the 
                                                World. 
                                                Not 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                want 
                                                my 
                                                Momma' 
                                                back. 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                gonna' 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                man, 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                boy 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                crying 
                                                out...
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                my 
                                                Momma
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                never 
                                                failed 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                she 
                                                will 
                                                prevail
 
                                    
                                
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