His father such a difficult man.
He is sick but does not want to get better
His home a disaster but he doesn't want to turn it into a home fit for a master.
My dear xoo living in the mess is unable to turn it into his own nest.
Troubles cloud the room and
garbage piles begin to tumble,BOOM!
Arguments fade into the walls
Eight legged creatures roam the halls
Scrubbing the porcelain stained
yellow with the years
Staring at the ceiling with
puffs of childhood fears.
Wanting to leave this mess because it is not yours
But obligated to stay because this man has nothing else more.
Try to be strong my xoo this time will soon pass
I'll be here waiting too,
a tank full of
gas.
We'll go a little fast