Looked away as my Dad cried He said your mother is a liar She quit on me she'll quit on you It's who she is it's what she'll do I remember breaking into cars I was only searching for a spark I remember smashing glass at dark Trying to find my voice My first creative choice My Mother was very ill She thought that my Dad would kill We hid out at her friend's house I tried my best to calm her down I remember breaking into cars I was only searching for a spark I remember smashing glass at dark Trying to find my voice My first creative choice