Tis little wonder
You lie alone
In bed at night
Your lonely home.
For you will push
Them all away.
Even those who
Want to stay.
You will scream
And sulk and shout
And push until
They all walk out.
And then you’ll cry
And blur the truth.
And tell the world
How THEY hurt YOU.
You’ll accept no
Ounce of blame,
Deny, deny
The part you played.
Tis little wonder,
You lie alone,
When you pushed love
Out of your home.
Especially for my Sister's former, the 'Father' of my nephew (an undeserved title) and for all those others of similar attitude.
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