We lie in our beds
Crying as they fight
Our broken home
This house is a tomb
It cements our fears
Hear the glass break
Itâ??s all our fault
Itâ??s all our fault
It was better before
When daddy stayed home
Now heâ??s always away
But maybe, just maybe today
Heâ??ll realize heâ??s bad
Look at mommy, sheâ??s beautiful
Spotted in purple and blue
