It is not right.

It's hard to wake up,
When the shades have been pulled shut.
This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away.
If this stupid poem could fix this home,
I'd read it every day.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when you're dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.
Their anger hurts my ears.
Been running strong for seven years.
Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them.
It makes no sense at all.
I see them every day. We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants, and it's what she wants,
Then why is there so much pain?
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when you're dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.