I hate seeing you two fight
And one running of into the night

Don't you care about how it makes me feel
The way your yelling makes it surreal

And then I think to myself
Would it help if one killed herself

Would it end your arguing
And make the truth finally ring

That you two never see
Always ignoring my silent plea

And it my be selfish to say
But I'm fed up of the display

Will you just get along
And see neither does wrong

For it's killing me inside
And it is hard to hide

With the smiles and jokes
Just a useless hoax

So I say again
Then maybe it will become plain

You are mother and child
And you are not meant to be riled.

The End

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