They say they care…
and they say they love me but i'm
not blind i can see the hate they have for me.

I remember…
when my parents loved me,
when we used to have so much fun
doing things together.

For some reason…
things start changing, yelling
screaming, always mad at me, was
i doing something i didn’t see.

We began…
to get more mail, don’t see
my parents talk, sometimes one of them
don’t come home at night.

The joy and laughter…
that one’s filled are house was
gone, now living it as quiet as a mouse.
people say every one fight but they get back
together again.

Now they…
don’t yell on each other but only on me.

They say they care…
and they say they love me
but i’m not blind i can see the hate they have for me.