I was looking at a picture of me and my father. I was about 4, dressed in a carnival costume
His face kind and tired. He was clearly tryin to do his best, as long as my mother

Dad used to work in a factory, sometimes at night
Was really stressed
My mom used to be stressed too. An employee, but in a not really safe environment
She did so much for me and my sister

I used to notice their struggles as a kid, and tried to be good
I wanted to "save" the from their reality
But growing up I became quite difficult, intolerant, angry, careless and lost my way

I regret so much of what happened lately
It was very chaotic
This is life, afterall. You better know