Goodbye.
crack, smack, punk
I heard him hit you for the last time
crack, smack, punk
God, how dare you hit your wife, a crime
thwack, whip, punk
Your kids are frozen in shock, just one room over
thwack, whip, punk
We pled in our minds, begging her to turnover
squeal, thud, thump
The dreadful sounds were sickening, no more no, enough is enough
sequel, thud, thump
I phones the cops and time began to slow, how did life get this rough?
hiss, moan, clunk
One minute we're smiling, gay, a family, complete, none could be forseen
hiss, moan, clunk
But this night, stripped my childhood from me, I was no longer fourteen.
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