I didn't believe it was actually true;
I mean, a baby is growing inside of you...
Sometimes you just have to be
ready to let go and be OK with it...
There's an old photo
it tattered and torn...
My story begins as a little girl,
with a drunken mother and matted hair...
Natasha
So many years have passed us by...
I'm sorry if this dialect isn't what you want to...
I'm tired of walking on eggshells and living in...
Someone asked me this today,
"Do you love your brother?"...
Slam. Crash. Slice.
The sounds of family life...
The drinks are flowing, just like the river
Then she keeps going...
How can I apologize
When I don't know what I did wrong...
I remember childhood
The things we used to do...
For every bruise
he left on her body...