Unwritten 13

 But im just a kid


You’re much older and wiser than me


You might assume me don’t know nothing about


I used to standing in the back door when my parents scream at each other


When they’re opened up the door,

I asked them ‘what’s happen?’

But they just glared their eyes, with the anger eyes


They said nothing.


My dad took my brother that’s sleeping

My mom wakes my little sister and carry her 


And they just left me, alone, in the mad house


I knew im not anyone’s favorite


Maybe they were mad at me because im asking

Or maybe just because I was a kid

Who didn’t know anything 


Just like you 




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