Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes [bad word] of a story, always boring

Can’t claim again, never been reluctant to share
Passing out pieces of me, don’t you know [bad word] free

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me
It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean
It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me

Passing my life, living it out with her side
Listening closely, feeling it mostly

Can’t shake concern, soozing every time that I turn
I’m passing out pieces of me, don’t you know [bad word] free

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me
It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean
It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me