The fighting and the yellingare ringing.
I wonder what he thinks he is preaching
is right or wrong
or if he even cares
This is a home were no one shares
Wounds licked clean and covered with a bandaid
He gives me so much sorrow i wish i could trade
for anything sane
Things can only be held in for so long till something inside us cracks
Hold on now, we are about to fall of the tracks
His temper rising, im dispising
A hand i used to hold hit another i loved.
I couldnt hold my happy smile any longer
Tears of rage, anger, and sadness ran down my face
They stopped eventually not leaving a trace,
but the images are playing back in forth in my head and leave with a miserable felling of dread