Yelling, fighting, cursing stomping, slamming doors. While I sit in my bedroom. Unable to take it anymore. Mommy says she's leaving, Daddy claims he want to die. While I sit in my bedroom, knowing I'm the reason why. I know all love is not eternal, I know that it can break apart. I know when you refuse to admit it, that's when hatred tends to start. So I listen to them fighting, slamming doors with unbelievable force. Wishing they'd never had me, so they wouldn't've prolonged their own divorce. So now I sit here, in my bedroom. While they think I'm asleep, listening to all their hatred, allowing myself to weep.