Don't Go Knocking on the Door
I am 13 doing something with my life
You could go ahead and throws your's away
But you can't expect me to do the same
I have something to live for,
something to hope for
And no it's not your knock at the door
I have a dream I'm perusing
Something you can't do for me
Don't expect to be cheering me on the sidelines,
acting like you've been there my whole entire life
Seeing your face is nothing but disgrace
You show up whenever you want to
You come and see me for you
You feel better when you see me for 5 minutes
How do you think I feel when you leave once again?
I don't know where you go,
I don't know the next time you gonna show
I know nothing i say is enough
But I do know,
that next time you come knocking on the door
I am going to continue staring at the floor
Wondering if you'll ever get the hint
Gosh dang it! I can't resist!
I have to answer
I have to open up
i can't just leave you knocking at the door
after all you are my mother
It hurts,
it hurts seeing you
Never knowing if your gonna come back
Never knowing if there's something wrong
Never knowing if it's going to be the last time
Do me a favor and stop knocking on the door
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