There was a time
When I was young and innocent
I had the perfect parents
I was happy
There was no screaming
There were no tears
There was nothing but bliss
I remember us being the perfect family
What happened to that?
What happened to the parents that didn't scream?
That didn't abuse?
What happened to the parents that loved me?
Was it me?
Was it?
Was it them?
Did I do something?
