Ihsana shirin - Memmories lyrics

And I remember she wouldn't wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn't see. Where are your gla**es, Mommy? And still at sixteen I bring them to my face And peer through the distorted murky lenses To see what she saw Maybe one day … And I remember it hitting me Like it does every day When I hear them all talk and complain about their “Horrible” mothers What's it like to have a mother I'd give anything to know, Or at least for them to know how lucky they are. They know. And I remember she wouldn't sit up And I dreamed of a stuffing machine because Someone whispered by my ear she was Cut in half and stuffed And it made no sense And still at sixteen I wonder What happened to my mother? And I remember her faintly She doesn't even smile in my dreams anymore And I wonder if she'll ever be proud of me If she'd ever approve of me And who I've become The things I've seen The things I've done And I remember her singing Though I can't hear her voice The only happy Christmas I hold on to Every year Maybe one day it'll come back I used to think Maybe one day she'd come back And still at sixteen I hope Maybe one day she'll come back … And I remember she wouldn't wake up Not even to say good-bye.