4 November 2012
Can hear the shouting, Down the stairs, Two red faces, A lot of tears. Through my heart, And many through hers. These arguments, Are amongst my fears.
My dad walks out, My mother breaks down. I shut them off, With my music that's loud. It seems to work, I try not to moan. When my tears seep through, Even if they're not allowed
I love my mother, And my dad most the time. But the fighting goes on, And yet I still cry. I know it's not my fault, But it still feels like a crime. When my years shed for them, Despite his big lie.
Breaking Up Lies • Opuss № I