I don't want to not hear your voice on the other line.
I don't want to not see you from time to time.
I want you to be involved, like all good mothers are.
I want you to be there for me, to take me by the arm.
But sometimes we don't get exactly what we want.
I'm giving you one last chance,
a final stretch to pull through.
I'm doing this for me, and maybe you too.
Losing you would kill me,
but having half of you hurts just as bad.
To be honest, I'm pissed, I'm way beyond mad.
You say you're trying,
but I don't think that's true.
'Cause if you were,
I'd be trying too.
I don't want to give up,
I don't want to shut you down.
But you wouldn't care.
That's why you're never around.
I'm giving you this final stretch.
Come on, Mom! You can pull through.
Here's your final chance.
It's up to you.