9 December 2012
You told me you loved me. I still wanted more. You said i was beautiful. And i pushed you on the floor.
You bought me nice things. Though i didn't appreciate. You spent all your money on me. My heart filled with hate.
You cared for me. Enriched me, until you where skint. But i didn't believe you, When you where out of mint.
You fed me lovely meals. Vegetables , rice and corn. I never had do much chores. But i though i was fornlorn.
In the end you gave up. And i wondered why. But to tell the truth. To say i didn't know, would really be a lie.
How Too Many Kids Treat Their Parents • Opuss № I