My life is getting worse
My parents always fight
Sometimes i stay up in bed and hope everythings gonna be alright
I wish my mom would see that she'd be better off alone
Without a drunk that stays out all night and never answers his phone
I wish the way it used to be when she would hold me tight
Tell me that she loved me and tuck me in at night
But things are different now, They change everyday
Mom will soon find the courage and we'll run far far away
For now im still writing down what i feel
Wishing for the day our broken hearts will finally heal...
