In our family portrait we look pretty happy.
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally.
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything.
In our family portrait we look pretty happy.
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally.
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything.
In our family portrait, we look pretty happy.
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes naturally.
I don't wanna have to split the holidays.
I don't want two addresses.
I don't want a step-brother anyways and I don't want my mom to have to change her last name.
In our family portrait we look pretty happy.
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that.
In our family portrait we look pretty happy .
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally.
Daddy don't leave! Daddy don't leave! Daddy don't leave! Turn around please!
Remember that the night you left you took my shining star.
Daddy don't leave! Daddy don't leave! Daddy don't leave! Don't leave us here alone!
I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away.
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have no choice, no way,
It ain't easy growin' up in World War III ,
Never knowin' what love could be, well I've seen.
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my family.
Mom will be nicer.
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother...
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner.
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right.
I'll be your little girl forever.
I'll go to sleep at night.
You fight about money, 'bout me and my brother.
And this I come home to, this is my shelter.
It ain't easy growing up in World War III,
Never knowing what love could be, you'll see.
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done my family.
Я боюсь, что новый человек может изменить мою маленькую семью и нашу устоявшуюся жизнь.
Почему ты не спишь?
За стеной крик?
Тяжело когда отец не мужчина, а мужик.
Делает себе коктейль из драки с алкоголем,
Когда-то он работал, однажды был уволен.
Когда-то жили хорошо, теперь кое-как,
И снова крики: мат, шум, драк. Факт.
Сколько ещё так?
Прости, не знаю ответа,
Сотни тысяч семей, спросили бы об этом.
Нам никогда не искупить вину за то, что мы сделали. Но... Теперь мы сможем просто любить их.
Присядет есть, кусочек половиня,
Прикрикнет: «Ешь!»
Я сдался. Произвол!
Она гремит кастрюлями… Богиня!
Читает книжку, подметает пол.
Бредёт босая, в мой пиджак одета.
Она поет на кухне поутру.
Любовь?! Да нет! Откуда? Вряд ли это!
А просто так:
Уйдет — и я умру.