Kids from the broken home

Daddy comes home
too late again
mammy is still -still awake
crying
Little sister
is in sleep
But I can Still hear them fighting

Are we gona tell we are from the broken home?
Just to hear that the fault was our own?

In the morning
No one speaks out loud
Mammy is drinking wine
from a cup
Daddy is off
to work
why don’t we see his kiss good bye?

Are we gona tell we are from the broken home?
Just to hear that the fault was our own?

When I came home
I found mammy sad
Tears had tried on her face
Dad’s gone

Are we gona tell we are from the broken home?
Just to hear that the fault was our own?

Mom never speaks
about daddy
Or why did he left us
Behind
I’m angry
Sister’s confused
weren’t we good enough for him?