23 December 2012
Here they go again, The arguing and fights. Why can't they just get on? Everyone has their rights.
I stand in the hallway, Waiting for them to cool down. The tension is still burning, And my head is spinning round.
I wish I could help, And stop the horrid wars. This Christmas is gonna suck, I want no more slamming doors.
I run into their row, Shouting for them to stop. I say "Mum it's time to go" Before someone calls a cop.
My dad stops and folds his arms, And my mother quiets down. I show my mother out, And shoot my dad a frown.
That is how it's gonna be, Me being the adult of the show. My parents being children, In the ridiculous row.
My New Responsibility • Opuss № I