I know this isn’t the best, but I live with what I got…

Daddy’s not home; drunk, playing games or whatnot.
Ever since that night with mommy—he just fought.
I don’t want to see that fight,
But it keeps playing in my mind.
Just like him playing cards, and losing every time.
Now mommy’s going to leave; I shouldn’t have overheard.
Bruised, she stopped by me and said “never forget these words:
Try your best, screw the rest”,
But I never really understood,
Why she couldn’t do that, go back to the way things should.

Brother’s now working hard for LSD,
And to think he was a role model for me.
I know it’s been tough,
But now he’s running out,
Stuck taking money, going down daddy’s same route.

My sister’s out to work, trying to get what we lack.
Doing the best so we can live in this shack.
I want to say thanks,
But what she’s doing isn’t right,
Being out all night.

So now I’m here, in this dimly lit shack.
Want them here with me.
I’m sorry for all the words.
Wanted to talk, but we only ever fought.

I know it wasn’t the best, but I’m happy with all I
had.

It’s never too late to love what you got.