When I was young in the suburbs. My dad never listened to my mom. He stole yelled got angry and it all felt so wrong. When I was young in the suburbs angry and in dismay. After years of abuse on Valentine's day. He invited his other family to play. He told them we were dead as if we didn't exist. But that was the last straw my mother still insist's. When I was young in the suburbs my life was sad, but now I'm grown and its not so bad. My mom's still here, my bad memories forgotten. But dad is dead because his kidneys were rotten. I could feel I couldn't see all this pain uninviting. All these feelings residing, beside and inside me. I'm fighting climbing rhyming. But I can't help these words stuck in my brain. There is so much pain. Awake screaming in bed, dads dead. and I can't explain what you've done to my head