Growing up in a world which know one cares,
is enough to cause damage that seems unfair.
Living in pain, Living in distress
You'll never know happy like all the rest
Because daddy's upstairs cooking another batch
Your eyes burn, your no longer attached.
The only thing that stops the pain,
is your tears which are soothing, like the rain.
The policeman come, and take daddy away
Now all is left is mommy, withering away
Living in pain, living in distress
you'll never know happy, like all of the rest.
These growing pains, which I've come to grasp
have made the the man I am at last.
The things I've been threw, I'm proud to say
has made me better off and in a way
I owe thanks to the people that showed me just how
not to live my life and I know that now.
Growing up in a world which no one cares,
is the best way of learning to cope with the tears.