Mama, You…

I've done it again.
I made you hit the floor by accident.
Your voice shaking, tears sweeping across.
And now you're done with me.
My games and my callings.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
My low life is tiring me out.
And you're saying you want out.
I can't see you go.
I can't see you go.
Where are you now…?