Hold on!
I can feel that things aren't right.
Mom working late barely making it home through the night.
I can feel that things aren't right
When Sussie leaves the bathroom there is blood on a knife.
I can feel that things aren't right
Hearing dad argue with mom on the phone about custody
I pray to God for a better life.
I can feel that things aren't right
worried about tomorrow because i have no more fight
I can feel that things aren't right
I just ask that God show my family the light.
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