amusing peices of tunes

[chortly]

mama she has taught me well
told me when i's young
son, your lifes an open book
dont close it fore its done
the brightest flame burns quickest
thats what i heard her say
a sons hear owed to mother
but i must find my way

the more i search the more i need
the more i bless the more i bleed
hear me, if i close my mind in fear
please pry it open
see me, if my face becomes sincere
beware
hear me, and when i start to come undone
stitch me together
hear me, when i strut
remind me of what left this town im torn