Broken Homes
I look around and all I see is confusion
People walking around with happy faces of illusion
Their hearts filled with emotion, but empty with love
Everyone unhappy, just calling the other persons bluff
A battlefield, I never thought I would be
Now it’s just the war inside of me
Left and right word-bombs are falling
I’m screaming, fighting, but no one even hears me calling
Inside we are all slowly dying
Because there’s a truth each of us are denying
Friends come first and family have to wait till later
But when you turn it around they all just call you a hater
People get into your head; they say it’s for the best
But let me tell you, every day is just filled with more stress
Now please let me make it better
-Let me make it right
If you’ll give me a chance
I would like to stay and fight
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