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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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