From I was little I can remember
January February right to December
two authorities looking after me
always fighting never to agree
I don’t know why but id stay awake all night
It wasn’t out of interest but more out of fright
Once they settled id wake up the next day
Everything was normal all seemed okay
I never believed in god but pray to him I did
Saying if your real can this fighting be forbid
And as I’m still growing up
All this fighting never stopped
But I thought id get used to it
But I haven’t ill admit
For I till find myself in my room
lurching in the gloom
my room its like my fortress
were I can escape their own mess
attempting to distract my ears
ignore the oncoming tears