I’m swollen from the tears
I have yet to cry
I’m dead inside from all the lies
I’ve been told

What do you do
when hell becomes your home
and the devil eats your soul?
What do you do
when that’s all you know?

I guess it hurts more to realize,
it wasn’t always like this.
Because for some time,
mommy loved daddy
and because one time,
daddy wasn’t crazy

I don’t want that ever
I don’t want to love
I don’t want to be my parents
I don’t want to hurt like this

They ask me why I don’t want babies of my own,
but when you know what it’s like
to come from a broken home
then you know what it’s like
to not want your kids to ever feel how you did