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an idea of my fights with my mom. we have our issues, but this tells all |
| i want to suffer no more i've had this dream before fight after fight, war after war the pain i see, i can't take it any more! we both feel hurt, feel sad, feel pain each time we cuss, like heavy, pouring rain we never win, never gain always acting, oh so vain never have i seen a day when we have something nice to say there's always an isult thrown each and every way what time it will stop, i cannot say after a fight, i hide in my room i look at the sky and stare at the moon lock myself in 'til the next day, maybe noon crying each minute, thinking my life = doom i'm tired of suffering, tired of it all! why can't we stop? let the topic fall? i've suffered enough, too many times i have crawled it's time to stand and stop this once and for all!!!! |