Turned Out

I'm a show biz Mama named Rose. I raised my two daughters to star In the grand dreams for them I chose. But such ingrates both daughters are, Not understanding what I yearn, To climb the ladder Broadway bound. I taught them how to grab their turn, As I was stuck in the background. But my girls turned their turns to waste. Now it's my turn to sing the blues. My girls scorned all the dreams I chased For them - wrong choices I did choose. Oh such great stardom there could be, And turns out it shoulda been me.