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You don't want me to be a part of your life,
You have made that perfectly clear,
I just don't know how we got here.
I hate that I cry every time I think of you,
Tears yeah I have shed a few,
Yeah I know that this is my fault ,
yeah I will take the blame, what ever helps you sleep better,
Helps you cover your guilt and your shame.
No matter what happens the fault is mine,
Each and every time.
But it's ok I forgive you,
One day you will answer to God for all you put me through.
But that is between God and you,
See you have been blaming the wrong person for far to long,
I was not the one at fault I did nothing wrong.
But see I think that this is not really about me, it goes deeper than that, it is really about you,
See when I  was molested it brought back when it happened to you.
No one was there for you,
And you took it out on me,
No one saved you, and you blamed me. 
You chose him over me at the trial, you chose him over me when I came back home,
You packed up my brothers and left me all alone.
You chose to lay down with the man that molested me,
Why because you was not being hurt, does that make you guilty free? 
How did you and still do
Sleep with him after all the hell he put me through.
You could always turn a blind eye to what was to painful for you to see,
But look at me while I tell you loud and clear,
You are guilty as hell, you failed to protect me,
I was your only daughter,
And you was more worried about you self,
So you handed me over to a monster like you lead a lamb to slaughter.
Any good mother would have packed up her kids and walked away,
But you didn't ,you stayed.
You did what was easy, not what was right,
I guess your kids safety and well being was not worth the fight.
I think I finally know why you hate me,
Because I am a hell of a lot better of a mother than you will ever be.
I would never turn my back on my kids over getting some dick,
And the fact that you could and did makes me sick.
That fact that you still can not take responsibility for your actions makes me mad,
And the fact that never will makes me sad .
So go ahead and walk out of my life really it's ok,
Trust me I am a lot better off this way.
The fact that your not a part of my life does not  really matter now,
You have never been there for me any how.