Screaming in the halls
Throwing in all the rooms
There might as well be blood on the walls
For that's all she assumes
There's no quiet night like this
Filled with cursing and anti-bliss
No-one's happy; they're just down right pissed
Gun shootings, children scream with fear and anxiety
Watching their parents fight
Not understanding this horrible sight
Not knowing why
All the bruises made and fuses lit
It's like a poisoned apple's just been bit
Until you die it'll never quit
Don't throw a fit
You're still alive
So don't be so low and start to cry
If you still wanna die
Just go ahead and try














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