When the hot tears stream down my cheek,
and land on the pillowcase,
the ache in my throat grows,
And I wonder why life is not fair.

When I hear her sobs and cries of despiration,
and hear the pills shuffle,
I wonder if it will happen tonight,
And I wonder why life is not fair.

When I hear him stomping around,
And slamming doors,
I wonder how long he can take it,
And I wonder why life is not fair.

Aching hearts, broken promises and lives of endless
torture,
how long do they last before everyone is broken?
Why do some families get to be "perfect" while the rest of
us are falling apart?
And still I wonder why life is not fair...