When it's dark; real late at night.
I don't sleep; I hear mommy and daddy fight.
Screaming and swearing erupt.
I cry in bed, it's just too much.
Name-calling and door slammingis my bed time story.
And i never get tucked in to bed.
Yelling down the halls is last the thing I hear before I give into exhaustion.
Tonight there is no lullaby, just another drunken fight.
And only nightmares visit in the night.
This are the secrets the I keep.
And the reason I cry myself to sleep.