Little boy sitting in his room,
voices outside the door scream.
Mommy and daddy,
fighting again.
Family falling apart at the seams.

Every night daddy comes home,
he's inebriated.
Yells at mommy,
cause dinners not done,
it's half past one.

Mommy's to busy,
mending her heart,
a wounded soul.
And daddy shows no love,
no affection.

And the boy is spinning,
round and round,
out of control.
Doesn't know where to go,
he's lost direction.

Mommy walks into his room,
sits down on his bed.
Tear slowly roll down her face,
as she slowly says:

"Mommy and daddy need a break,
all our love is gone.
I love you,
and he does too,
but this just can't go on."

And the boy cries,
the boy cries,
the boy cries,
the boy cries.

And he cries,
and he cries,
and he cries,
and he dies.

Because daddy shows no love,
no love,
no love,
no love.

No love,
no love,
no love,
no love.

And the boy is spinning,
round and round,
out of control.
And he doesn't know where to go,
where should he go,
where can he go?

He's lost direction.
He's lost direction.
Shows no affection,
has no direction.