Even though we fight a lot, I still love you
If you see under my anger I cry
If you think I hate you it is untrue
Every day this anger grows, I ask why
Can you not see you are holding me back?
From the freedom everybody else had
I wish to leave home sometimes and just pack
I will eventually when I grad
I hope you are not mad, I still love you
But the fighting has to stop, it is true
I would have thought that you would have knew,
does this fighting not bother you too.
Can we please put this behind and stop
I think that this has gone over the top.
