When we fight, it’s always me who’s at fault.

Most of the time it’s not my fault.

You rule the house, the band, everything.

Why can’t you let anyone in?

Why can’t you accept that you make mistakes?

Why can’t you see that you’re not perfect?

And that you’re making our lives hell.

Can’t you see what you’re putting us through?

Or are you blind to other’s feelings?

So wrapped up in yourself that you don’t notice.

You’re not perfect.

You never have been.

You never will be.

So stop controlling our lives.

We can live without you.