Dysfunctional Life

Written by: Robert Heemstra

I’m living in a dysfunctional home
this takes me back to my forgotten youth
No matter what I still feel I’m lonesome
and just like back than I’m still seeking truth

No doubt about it the holidays suck
Emotions are high and the need for cash
We wait anxiously for UPS truck
No doubt it’s probably nothing but trash

Sometimes good days come upon all of us
but good days are very slim in this house
because every day there’s always a fuss
Sometimes I wonder I’m good without spouse

The dysfunctional life last forever
but twelve steps programs are very clever