He left again.
because he don't care.
now he wishes he was there.
I'm tired of things breaking.
THINK.
like a happy home?
Dad your back and I'm all grown.
Dad don't look at me with that look.
All those nights poor mom sat alone and had to cook.
You always taught me right from wrong.
It's my turn i gotta be strong.
I don't know what to think of you.
I'm not sure of what i might do.
You come walking through the door.
No more fighting,Nothing more.
