Sometimesi just think i hate you,
other times i love you,
sometimes i just ignore you.
and sometimes were just friends.
sometimes i remember,
sometimes i don't,
sometimes i forget,
and sometimes i don't care.
sometimes i hate her,
sometimes i don't,
sometimes were family,
and sometimes were not.
sometimes you care,
sometimes you just stare,
sometimes were together,
but we spend most of the time apart.
sometimes i just think id have been better off,
if id never met any of you,
but then whats life with out the adventure?
and sometimes i dream of a perfect family,
one with no yelling,
no hurt,
no pain.
and then sometimes i wish you all could have just left me alone,
alone to work it out on my own.
but sometimes isn't all the time,
its only a portion of the hell i call life.
sometimes cant help me now,
Ive gotten too deep into this,
and i cant seem to get out.
but sometimes i dream that it will all be OK,
and in that moment i am happy.
