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Mum, I set the table
And made supper for tonight.
I did the very best I could,
I hope I did it right.

Mum, I know you're angry.
I'll try not to be loud.
So how 'bout I sit in my room-
I promise you no sound.

You haven't said a lot to me-
Is everything alright?
You've got that tone of voice again.
I'll just slip out of sight...

Mum, don't push me down again,
Or tear another of my shirts.
Why do you hit and bruise me?
Stop it Mum, that hurts!

What makes me so worthless?
Or stupid, like you say?
Is it 'cause I'm imperfect,
Or something I did today?

You let me sit up on my own.
Don't hurt me if I cry.
You tell me that was all my fault
And leave me to wonder why.