Someone’s always screaming in my house
I run back to my room
Set fire to my mattress
I promise nothing that comes from your mouth is dead
It feels as if we had always gone to the same class
That’s not my child
Where did he come from
How shall I know where?
That’s not my son
You turned off my electricity
And my warmth too
But you never got rid of me by that
My place that was temporary just
Became permanent instead
I thought just this one more time
Then never again
That’s not my child
Where did he come from
How shall I know where?
That’s not my son