The wind blows you one way
the wind blows you another
your tidy situation
turns into a clutter
Frustrated
on which way to go
You let the wind
push you so.
The bird decides
when you fly
The bird decides
if its time.
Timing
its so hard
you let the birds
play your card.
Your parents always
make the decisions
They tick you off
with perfect percision.
Friday night,
it's no fun
Thats when you know
your parents have won.
Fighting and fighting
when nobody wins
breaking flesh,
comitting sins.
What to do?
its such a hard question.
The answer to that
is in your possession.
Adding your comment: