Sometimes, I wished I was a kid again.
When everything was just a little more perfect.
I wished I was like Zoe. Screaming everything out.
When she's not happy or angry.
At least her parents would care.
People who love her would care, but in my lifetime.
Nothing would.

I wished I could help you.
However there's nothing I could do now.
It effects me now. I can't speak it out.
And I get why you say my mood would affect yours.
I didn't understand. I'm sorry.
Be strong, and if they belong with you, they would.