It was always an argument
My childhood was rough
And after seven long hard years
I knew they’d had enough
What made it so much worse
Was where to place the blame
Because with all six kids involved
No story was the same
I used to sit in bed at night
Hearing all the things they say
But I sat there and I wondered
Will things always be this way
I know it’s not their problem now
The papers all went through
But where am I involved in this
What am I to do
It seemed to me they didn’t care
Everything they put us through
And I know I wasn’t the only one
The others felt it too
I’m living all the hatred
But what am I to say
Sometimes I just can’t help but feel
I can’t last another day
I wish I knew the good times
But I was very young
The only things I can remember
Are not what you’d call fun
I know it’s not my fault
But thinking back this day
I wonder what could happen
If things went a different way
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
It was always an argument
My childhood was rough
And after seven long hard years
I knew they’d had enough
What made it so much worse
Was where to place the blame
Because with all six kids involved
No story was the same
I used to sit in bed at night
Hearing all the things they say
But I sat there and I wondered
Will things always be this way
I know it’s not their problem now
The papers all went through
But where am I involved in this
What am I to do
It seemed to me they didn’t care
Everything they put us through
And I know I wasn’t the only one
The others felt it too
I’m living all the hatred
But what am I to say
Sometimes I just can’t help but feel
I can’t last another day
I wish I knew the good times
But I was very young
The only things I can remember
Are not what you’d call fun
I know it’s not my fault
But thinking back this day
I wonder what could happen
If things went a different way
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