When I was a little girl I would ask my mommy questions
She would always hear me out then point me in directions
I’d go to my daddy if I ever needed any help
And he’d always come running to me if I ever gave a yelp
And my sister, Heidi, was always there for me too
She helped me in life to make sure I always made it through
I could go to my brother, he’d cheer me up if I had a frown
He’d show me card tricks, or play bball.. Shooting the ball down
Looking at the pictures of my family living in that day
Never would of guessed that my family would break away
Never would have thought that someday a day would come
When I’d see a broken picture of what our family had become
Now I sit in my bed hear my mom yelling at dad in her room
I know that the divorce will be coming soon
My parents always fight its like they forgot they used to care
My mommy’s always crying even when I’m there
I almost want to get over with, just so we can all move on
But I don’t know what I’d do with either of them gone
Why can’t we just be happy, like we used to be?
What ever happened the picture of my family?
