Our Little Game

Fighting

Yelling

It's all the same

Hurting

Crying

It's just our little game

You say it's the last time

That it'll never happen again

But I guess you weren't right

You're yelling and fighting with him.

Why mom?Why Dad?

Does it feel good to fight

Can't you see that I hurt,

That I cry in the night?

No, you don't notice

You're too busy messing up

You don't see your son crying

You don't notice my new fresh cut.

Fighting

Yelling

All the same

Hurting

Crying

It's just our little game....