All my life, I've watched a screen,
Fake people talking, that's all there's been...
I look to us and back at them,
Why are we the stone and them: a gem?
Their loving eyes, showing warmth and love,
Why is it when I look at yours it's just something I want to walk out of?
I've never felt good when I'm with you,
It's just another thing I've had to make do.
I've never even heard an apology,
We're all just a walking travesty!
I plan to leave, there's nothing here to achieve.
All my life, I've tried to believe, I've tried to see a spark, anything really,
I've looked for it all, up above and below,
Hatred. Torture. Pain. Suffering. Agony.
Look into to my eyes, please tell me...
Is this really what you call a family?