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A Night At Home
the yelling makes me sick and I can't think
mom's yelling about the three dishes in the sink
the clothes that are on my brothers floor
and the flies that someone let in through the door
I'm doing my best trying to obey
but how can I when the yelling makes me want to take my computer and run away
there's another stranger in our back yard
what is it that makes listening to my mom so hard
no not for me I can listen and do
it's my siblings its true
I do what my mom tells me or what I see that needs to be done
but I'm just one person
I can't do it all but neither can my mom
mom's yelling about the three dishes in the sink
the clothes that are on my brothers floor
and the flies that someone let in through the door
I'm doing my best trying to obey
but how can I when the yelling makes me want to take my computer and run away
there's another stranger in our back yard
what is it that makes listening to my mom so hard
no not for me I can listen and do
it's my siblings its true
I do what my mom tells me or what I see that needs to be done
but I'm just one person
I can't do it all but neither can my mom
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