twistedlove
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It was the day when you were born
I decided to quit and I had sworn
I am not looking back at those good old days
I know I will be hurt in some different ways
Behind my bedroom door,
I hear screaming and fighting;
Someone always ends up crying.
They try and hide it,
But from were I sit,
It gets louder, and louder;
Overwhelming my ears.