• He used to set sail to sea
    While she sang in harmony
    Dad would make big messes
    Mom would knit my dresses
    Both very different
    She'd annoy him to hell
    He'd just sigh and say "Oh, well"
    Sister would get mad
    While Brother would go get dad
    Both connect with each other
    We'd all go into phases
    And meet new faces
    And never get out the same
    Mother would fight
    Father coming out of sight
    Sister would argue
    Brother would scream
    While I was just sitting and watching
    Families have problems
    But mine's the worst
    And it will never end.