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"home of sorrow"

stop the yelling mom and dad

why are your voices always mad

i'm crying in a corner, feeling sad

all balled up, the noise is getting bad



why did u throw that cup

why did u break that dish

i'm only five, but i'm

already finished

with this

this shit is kiddish

my hopes and dreams diminish

yall are starting to sound foreign

like u british

if only u can here this



only if u could

then u would

fell so stupid

i see other children

and think to my self

if only i could borrow

there mom and dad

then no more home of sorrow

but then i wake up

and its tomorrow



another day of the same old cake

it feels like my lives a video

and u keep rewinding the tape

u don't realize

at this rate

u will only further complicate

my life, my future, my fate

this shits so irrate

why did u even have kids

what if i die with out

ever having a mate

only because you filled

my whole life with hate



i heard u talking about divorce

yall said your lives were

taking a different course

all this fighting makes me

feel like the source

bickering and screaming

words,voices,growing hoarse



the home of sorrow

now split in two

yall took it to

court, decided to sue

for custody, i'm through

what did i even do

being torn between u



i'm tired of being the home gym

work out your problems with him

don't tell me the faults

about her, my mind is dim

i'm not partial,

i won't choose between them

hopefully things will get better

home of sorrow, home of sin