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by Aaron Deevers Sep 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sit here listening Listening to you argue Argue over me Argue over our family problems I’m tired of this arguing I wish we could be a normal family A family that can talk without yelling Someday I wish I could move out But money is tight Also I help a lot a the farm Someday I hope this arguing over me And over our family problems will end If I were to die right now what would you do then? Would you continue to argue over my death and me? Why do you argue so much these days? One day I will be gone Either moved out or died One day I hope that your arguing will end I hope it will end sooner than I do