It was always an argument

My childhood was rough

And after seven long hard years

I knew they’d had enough



What made it so much worse

Was where to place the blame

Because with all six kids involved

No story was the same



I used to sit in bed at night

Hearing all the things they say

But I sat there and I wondered

Will things always be this way



I know it’s not their problem now

The papers all went through

But where am I involved in this

What am I to do



It seemed to me they didn’t care

Everything they put us through

And I know I wasn’t the only one

The others felt it too



I’m living all the hatred

But what am I to say

Sometimes I just can’t help but feel

I can’t last another day



I wish I knew the good times

But I was very young

The only things I can remember

Are not what you’d call fun



I know it’s not my fault

But thinking back this day

I wonder what could happen

If things went a different way