I sleep in a bed,
In a house I once knew.
Where harmony spread,
And a family grew.
But the house became crowded,
And all wars broke out.
Everyday I'm surrounded,
In some form of shout.
I don't know anymore,
What I want in my life.
But the times here before,
Would prevent using a knife.
I no longer feel at home,
But I have nowhere to go.
So I'm stuck here left to comb,
Through all the things I don't know.
The only reason I stay,
Is to help my brother through.
He gets the worst everyday,
So me and him stick as two.
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