Here you go again
Losing money while the house around you crumbles,
Locking yourself in a room,
And typing on a computer.
You think you’re making a living,
But if only you were aware
Of the groans and screams the house lets out
While you waste your money away.
If only you could hear
The thoughts your daughter has
While she sits alone on the couch for another day
While you live your life up in that room
With the computer.

You would drink your sorrows away
Spit curses at your little girl
All because of an illness in your mentality.
Now here you remain
In the screaming house
With your daughter,
Who now has that same illness in her head.
Yet you cannot realize that they are both falling apart
Being torn by the neglect and the harsh treatment.
All because
You are busy being locked up in that room
With the computer.