Livin in a broken home,
Can sometimes leave you all alone.
Past habits I can not break,
The pain and torment I can not take.
Stuck in the middle of this fight,
Lost in this thing called life.
I know my mother loves me (sometimes),
But does my fater even care?
Why do people try to change me?
Just because I can't be,
Who they want?
But what do you expect?
You made me,
This thing.