People always ask, if family really matters,

And always I can't help thinking, that it doesn't.

Family isn't family when they're never there,

When they never call just to let you know they care,

You called me once, in two bloody months,

Never realizing the long period I had to wait.

Family isn't family when it consists of a mother and daughter,

When there's always cursing and suicidal instincts,

You told me once, you wished I die,

Now I can't help but wished I had complied.

You are my parents, and yet you are strangers,

You know me so well, yet you know me naught,

I hate you, and yet I really wish I do not.