Mom - Music

Walking in a distant place, illusions are my only friends.

Into this journey to meet my maker, I don't hold on Hope, do not hold on Hope.

Know I chose the hardest way, but need to find why I still breath.

Tossed my watch way when i turned left,
The only thing I hold dear is her middle name.

Am I doing it right? Am I doing it right (mom )?2x