Half of it

I sit here all day long Waiting for your call That never comes You don’t know half of it I write about what happens The things he does to us Because you’re gone You don’t know half it I mother them all day long Change them, feed them, and reassure them I do it because your not here You don’t know half of it I must turn my friends down When they ask me to hang out Because I must take care of them You don’t know half of it I think about what I would say I would tell you All that you did to ruin this family You don’t know half of it You left us, so we suffer He drinks, so we are punished You are a child, so I am an adult They have no mother, so I miss out You were mindless, so I am full of thought You don’t know any of it