I'm afraid
Of his red head
He yells things
To have respect

He has shame of make you lulls
He is empty of love to use to
Even in bad genes I ensure you
I'm not like you

From the desk
My mouse is gone
And all the things
Have you broke?

The baby screams
In the traffic
He wants love
He is lack

He has shame of make you lulls
He is empty of love to use to
Even in bad genes I ensure you
I'm not like you

In the bath
You hold your gun
It's a toy
But you don't know

I'm afraid
Of my kids
Don't want to do
Like you did

He has shame of make you lulls
He is empty of love to use to
Even in bad genes I ensure you
I'm not like you