Every night my parents in a fight
Never knew that hate had brewed
Now I know that love doesn't exist
Because if it did it wouldn't feel like this
Why can't I chin up and see
that it has nothing to do with me?
I question why it didn't happen sooner.
I guess I'll be the son that never ever rises
I've never been one to take up surprises
No more get togethers or having family Christmas
I just want to bury my head.
I'll be trying at my own discretion
I'll leave signs pointing in my direction
Having two homes won't be so bad
I'll end up just like my dad.
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