I remember, when I was young Nothing ever happened, Except for fighting, Which I hated, My mom tried biting My dad was too strong He finally left Now I see How I was so wrong When it all began I thought it was a joke When it all began The thoughts started to poke Through to my brain And I rapidly Thought in head My life was meant to be Somewhere else than in my bed Sleeping silently Dreaming about My father, my mother What they thought about me.
thx, i got idea from friend who acually saw his parents fighting......well, acually, ..... it was me.......