Bad Boy- Unwanted

When I was young, life was full of joy.
My mother told me I was a good little boy.

When I returned from school, she'd give me a smile,
And hug and a pat on the head
Then she'd just hold me for a while
And I'd holds her too instead.

But now when I'm older, she throws me around
She slaps me and beats me and looks with a frown.

When I return from school, she makes me cook dinner
Clean up the house and sit starving, in the cellar.
After clearing the table she tells me I'm a bad boy,
She sends me out the house.
Sets the dog on me, it's like cat and mouse.

I run all I can till I've lost him.
Right now I've stopped by a graveyard
Sitting, leaning on a gravestone
Sweating, despite the cold, and breathing hard.

Now tears are staining my face,
I'm crying because I'm a bad boy
I'm crying because she doesn't care if I don't return home
She does this every night.
She sets the dog on me, like
I'm hunted.
I'm crying because I'm a bad boy
I'm crying because I'm unwanted.

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