When they argue the kids hide.
I just listen and slowly die with each word being said.
I don't know what to do,
Or if there is anything I can do.
She deserves so much more and he needs to find someone else.
Why am I in the middle even if it's not an argument about me anymore?
She works forever, he tries to work for forever.
It's tiring.
I can't do this...it's killing me.
I want to live in this house.
As a brother, as a son, as a supporter.
Why can't we move....
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