Stare at them glare at them call’em this call’em that

She took your phone and he grounded you

No going out.  Not for you

No late night phone calls, at least not for you

You are mad.

So stare at them, glare at them

call her this, call him that

Won’t clean your room only because of your anger

Will not help wash the car or feed your dog only because your mad.

“Mom you’re this and Dad you’re that,” I speak with anger.

But never with courage.

You may speak it but you will rue the day you began.

You is the person who held you when you cried, would buy you a toy just to make you smile,

feed you messy spaghetti only to wash it off after dinner.

You is the one that worries themselves sick when you yourself are sick.

So call her this and call him that,

Know it hurts.

Make her frown, make him sad, its your words that began this damage.

Don’t call Mom this or Dad that, because it will be to late to take words back,

when you say this casue they did that.