All she does is sit in her room,Feeling sad for herself all wrapped up in gloom, But if she got out of her bed for five minutes maybe she would be okay. No i know she would be okay, My dad drags her out of bed, After long days at work when he wants to sleep, To take her to dinner so shes not stuff in her room all alone. When they get home she laughs and hugs us, But the next day i talk to her and she yells again, We cant talk her into interacting with us at all. I know its not all her fault, But its not ours either, We cant get her to leave her bed, Not even to help us with homework or to play, I know its not her fault that shes messed up in the head, But if she only leave that damn bed, Maybe she would learn to be okay. Excuse after excuse, Her head hurts her back hurts shes tired, When will she feel good enough to love her children, She played with me when i was young, She played with my younger brother a little less, My youngest brother is now 6 and he still doesnt know how it feels to play toys with mommy. He tries to talk to her in her room, But she yells at him and makes him leave her alone, Im turning 18 this year and can leave, But im more of his mother than she is, I dont want to leave him motherless.I cant leave them all alone, But i cant stay and be trapped here with her, I put off talking to her as long as i can, But sooner or later i have to ask her to take me to get milk. Now i have to walk.