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 assured.
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
And down stairs your mommy screams,
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
Only if they knew, how much their fighting effected you,
then maybe they would have stopped, and go back to when they once loved,
But you know they never will, And your heart will always cry for that fill.
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