my house

is all you do is scream and yell
you live in your own made hell
your sorrows and hate sink
when you take that drink
you say that it makes you feel better
like writing your feelings in a letter
i dont think you understand
how many things you've hit with your hands
when your violence takes its rise
i can hear everyonesmoans and crys
it makes me want to go back in time
and save up every single last dime
buy a ticket to beijing
become famous cause i sing
i'll write songs about my life
and how you used to beat your wife