SEE Poem by Yanko González

See I am his mother/ c/ see that his perception is warped/ doesn't he c/ he'd be worse off on his own / he would suffer in vain / doesn't he c/ c/ up until now you told me he was well adjusted / and why is he whipping us with the cord / c that he exaggerates/ he lacks nothing/ you c me / but I hammer on the door / sell clothes/ steal bottles/ it's not healthy/ c/ If he's is lacking something he should have told me/ he doesn't c I'm the only one that suffers / And if I need him for something / I would have to find him first / but he won't lift a finger / c/ one makes a lot of effort/ / He won't raise the volume / / Even if I can't hear/ c/ when I talk to him/ c/ I am not going out this Saturday/ and I'll have beef stew for lunch/ c that he is still growing/ doesn't he c he is like a reed/ he has to make a little effort c/

come on/
get up

do you want me to turn on the heater?