Stress, fusturation, fights, love, hate.
This "phase" I'm going through...
is an annual thing.
Someones dying
Someone might be dying.
Someones scream and others are boiling, waiting
I can't run away from the fact that I'm a drama magnet
Even if it's not my fault.
Mum and dad will never get along
Praying wont bring my uncle back
And nothing will bring back the way he use to look at me.
If I lose him, I will have nothing.
