When I was a little girl,
I noticed something strange:
Mommy loved her bottle,
Like I loved my toys.
Her bottle made her angry.
She acted so insane.
Sometimes when she was angry,
She’d turn and yell at me.
I never really knew just why;
I guess I was just bad…
I didn’t want Mommy to cry.
I tried the best I could.
When I was an older kid,
I saw the same old thing.
I was a sitting target,
Still too young to understand.
Mommy got so angry,
She screamed and cried and swore.
I was an angel child,
So why was I to blame?
Dad says Mommy’s sick
But she looks just fine to me.
I’m at an age of understanding,
I know what makes her tick.
She suckles on that bottle;
The liquor makes her sweat.
I try to make her stop and think,
She’s screaming at me again.
I wish Mom could understand
The awkward position I’m in.
I want to get away from her.
She makes me want to run.
I hate the way she gets so mad
About the dumbest things.
Mommy almost killed us both,
On our way home today.
She nearly crashed into some van
Because she couldn't see.
We didn't get arrested,
But... I kind of wish she did.
Maybe then she'd finally see
Why the bottle isn't her friend.
Please put down your bottle,
Your daughter’s going to cry.
In case you weren't aware of it
I dreamt of you last night.
I dreamt of how it used to be
Before the bottle stole your life.
Before it made you angry
When I was still a kid.
Before I knew what it was like
To tuck my mother in.
We were both so happy,
We were both so free.
It hurt so much to realize
It was only a dream.
Mommy please just listen
We're all miserable here.
You've got this bad addiction
And you're too young to die..
So just put down the bottle
If only for one night.
Maybe, if you try it once...
You could possibly get free.
The bottles cloud your vision,
So put them away...
And see.
You made one whole year now,
And there’s many more ahead.
Keep up the good work, Mom.
I’m so proud of what you’ve done.
I know it wasn’t easy,
But look how far you've come.