My mum has grey hair

But it looks brown

(I wonder why)

She has pink cheeks

And a big nose

(I wonder why)

And one of those smiles

The kind that warms you to the core

(I wonder why)

And she has an old car

And a job she hates

(I wonder why)

There's no way for her to know

That when she holds me

It doesn't feel like it used to

(I wonder why)

Sometimes I find that I

Really really hate her

(I don't wonder why)

Which hurts so much worse.