Sometimes I think that you could careless about me. I might be your kid, and you could be might my parent, but sometimes I think that you treat me more like a carrot. I grow by myself, I get my own nutrition. I get my own life, I get my own attention. You do not care about me, at least that's what I think. But even carrots cannot be on their own.
You do not care if I come home ****** red or sick orange.