Picture
This house is not a home
For there is a war inside
you better keep it a secret
or everyone will die.
Look closer and you will see
The broken glass of the picture next to me
this is a story I can never tell
So you think all is well.
But take another look in the eyes
of the mother who never cries
the one that stands strong and tall
but can't admit when things have gone wrong
Puts on makeup to hide the pain
So the Picture's prefect for the frame.
Heres to the one who will never see
What he has done to his family
Four kids, he does'nt care
He only wants the white lines over there
You'll feel like you're insane
So they can keep this image for the frame.
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