Grown Man Cry

Mamma packed your bags up in the kitchen

Told me we gotta move all your things out

you know mamma ain't too good at admitting

That she's missing you more since you left this house

Now she's holding your picture but it's not the same

She kisses the glass, but it's cold on her face I try to hold her, tell her it's okay

But I'm playing make believe

Is it okay to feel a little lonely

And be a little mad at the world

Is it okay to be sad at the moment

While I try to figure out how to fix the hurt