the record skipped into a momentary lap on a damaged groove what seemingly lasted as close to what we can comprehend forever to be used we all feel used abandoned misunderstood burned out and abused in a dense fog that is our ego never again will i take her for granted i still walk with her i still speak with her oh the comfort of a loving mother ashamed of every path taken understanding the ones that put you here will burn you to ash without hesitation we walk in her shoes our lives running parallel through different times some strange twist of fate created through ironic design we are born from the same light into the burden of living the same life left with everything to contemplate and no chains broken the shell of a life that was once so outspoken sinking into the dark atlantic floor nearly drowning our life choices stinging and distorting our vision like a steady wind we were all cut form the same cloth in some way i ve learned that from her we are nothing we are everything we are the future that ruins we are the past that keeps repeating until we ve become bored and affluent there is no choice you will walk with me oh the comfort of a loving mother