May Be

All I ask, for you to wish
Maybe then I won’t exist
I didn’t want you to paint me this way
Guess we’re both the same
And for gods sake, be there
For your son
You’ve no idea
The pressure on my mother hiding where he’d taken off
“Am I the cause of this?” I ask
“And how am I to hold my troubles down?”
I don’t mean to worry that you’ll leave now
I don’t mean to worry that you’ll leave now