When you were a
kid, and screaming and fighting is all you heard,
You ran to your room and hid, "We love you, honey" you were
Never believed, never received, always felt alone,
You cried and cried and never believed, because their love never
shown. You thought "It's my fault, what if I wasn't here?"
And down stairs your mommy
and your daddy drinks another beer.
You ask God to forgive them, for they know not what they say, but
then again you awake, to their screams another day.
Only if they knew, how much their
fighting effected you,
then maybe they would have stopped, and go back to when they once
But you know they never will, And your heart will always cry for
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