Why are my genetics such a bitch?

Crumpled cigarette pack lies on table
Left there after you shut the doors behind you
When did our lives become so unstable?
Small quarrel, and you leave without bye, even see you

Don't run away, come back
Just return to us, say you're sorry
We still love you, and night is pitch black
You love making us suffer with all this worry?

We tried to make your life easy
We failed like always, but we tried
But your secrets, double life and being breezy
Saying you're old enough, old enough to decide

On your own, do you feel better now
Tell us, please, what's going to happen now
Alone or with somebody, our little girl
Fingers in sands, drawing swirls

Rakstīts pirms pusgada, atbilst šodienai. Un tagad viņi grib man atņemt kaķi.
BTW, paldies, kretīn, ka izdarīji to, ko es jau sen gribēju. Atviegloji man pūles.