things have been different,
better for me,
but it’s all the same
with my family.

mama is sleeping,
all day and all night.
when dad comes home
all i hear is a fight.

i don’t want to be like this,
i improve out of spite.
when you tell me i’m nothing
bark’s worse than the bite.

i do all i can,
i do well in school.
i do all the chores
but i guess i’m a fool.

my dad’s never happy,
the bar is too high.
truthfully, i understand
he’s not really a good guy.

still i want to please him,
i want to be good.
but my parents never loved me
the way a parent should.

it hurts really bad,
it hurts deep down.
when you try your best
and still look like a clown.

how can i make you happy,
what more can i do?
what is there left
for me to improve?

i clean the whole house,
i cook him some food.
but it’s always inadequate
and he’s always quite rude.

i know i’m not appreciated,
but will be when i’m gone.
when i am an adult
it will be my dawn.

i have to save myself,
a few more years and i’m free.
maybe they’ll miss me
and say that they’re sorry.