This whole house is hiding,
In vain.
You are really aimed to give us
Pain today.
The kettle, glasses, forks,
Are flying over my head.
The mirror is crashed,
And your eyes are mad.
I'm not saying a thing,
Don't want to get hurt.
My mom always says things,
Now she's a fool and dirt.
He trew everything away,
Crashed my heart, while I prayed.
The last thing I see
Is my mom turning to me
With a bruise on her face.
I wake up from a scream.
Was it all just a dream?
Oh, I put my shoes in the wrong place.
I put my shoes in the wrong place
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