Every night my parents in a fight Never knew that hate had brewed Now I know that love doesn't exist Because if it did it wouldn't feel like this
Why can't I chin up and see that it has nothing to do with me? I question why it didn't happen sooner. I guess I'll be the son that never ever rises I've never been one to take up surprises No more get togethers or having family Christmas I just want to bury my head.
I'll be trying at my own discretion I'll leave signs pointing in my direction Having two homes won't be so bad I'll end up just like my dad.